“That’s all part of the problem, isn’t it?” Sorak murmured silkily. “Pretending you don’t care.”
“Say lots of words for male that say nothing.”
“You’re right.”
There was a pause like maybe Sorak had broken Berkr’s brain with that one.
“Eh? What you mean you say that, Sorry head?”
“You’re right. I don’t care if you had her heart first. You might be the first she fell in love with,” Sorak stated confidently, “but I’ll be the last.”
A series of strange spluttering noises that sounded like they were coming from Berkr sounded off.
Then silence.
“What mean?” Berkr asked softly, quietly.
Silence.
“Eh. Where Sorry head go? Not follow Candy-ass relieve room. No make it weird, Sorry head.”
“To ask our generous hostess a question,” Sorak said simply.
A literal unicorn man walked past the room.
Less than a minute later Dace passed by the room again, barely missing him.
“Sorry head speaks no sense.” Dace was barely into the room and Berkr was yammering at her. “No listen him. Him stupid. You listen Berkr- Eh? Hear words Berkr say? Candy-ass?”
“Hm? What?” Dace muttered absently.
“No ask Sorry be Candy-ass mate no more,” Berkr blurted.
Dace was quiet for a long moment. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” she responded softly.
“Say not Berkr busy-ness. It Berkr busyness.”
“Not really,” she muttered after a very long pause.
“Yes,” Berkr cut in quickly.
Instead of arguing, Dace just let out a long sigh.
“No make sound like that at Berkr. Like Candy-ass mean ignore Berkr. Berkr right here.”
“I never noticed how much you sound like Rek sometimes… until Pru started pointing it out. She was right. Sometimes you’re toxic.”
Loud gasping sounds rent the air, interspersed by shocked, mouth farting noises.
“Berkr not like Rek!” Berkr burst out, right as Sorak came striding back down the hall and into the room.
“Why sit all way over there?” Berkr mumbled.
“Away from you,” Dace got out around what sounded like a mouthful of something.
“She mean you,” Berkr told Sorak.
“Both of you,” Dace said easily.
