Moonspear shrimps is bugs

Fennec didn’t necessarily know the difference between the two things said, but she appreciated the sentiment. Don’t worry if the answer is I’m just being an idiot. I just want honesty at this point. She replied with a small smile. It disappeared as she tried to find the words to put together around the whole Fig thing.

It isn’t that he didn’t stick around that bothers me. He just implied that part of the reason was something to do with me, and then when I asked what, told me he didn’t owe me any answers. Which sucks, because then I’m of course going to have to assume all of the answers myself, and usually that means assuming things are way worse than what the actual reasons are. I guess it feels like his feelings count for more than mine here.

She kept her tone conversationally casual, but her tail flicked with nervous energy behind her as she pieced together an explanation. It was harder than she thought to put a paw on exactly why she was upset, and even days later, she wasn’t sure she entirely understood it. This was at least the root of most of it. He doesn’t want to actually hear what I think or how I feel, not if it isn’t positive. So I don’t know how to talk to him, or really even be around him anymore. And trying to start any conversation like this feels pointless when he won’t tell me why me being myself bothers him so much. Her ears went back and she fell quiet, letting out a soft breath at the end.

It didn’t sound unreasonable, but her judgement was fucked, she already knew that. Maybe it was. Maybe she just sucked at communicating it. Either way, she hoped Meerkat could give her some of the perspective she clearly lacked. The alternative was just letting go of the idea of a relationship with her brother, and the thought of that cut pretty deeply, even after all this time.