A/N: This cartoon is like my new favourite thing omg

Short and sort of angst-y?

I honestly don't know what this is lmao. The last episode just hurt me so much

(But I don't want the lights to find me when I'm dark and lost,

And oh, you could be so loved

That's all I could ever want)

Deckard has always seemed to amazing to her and has always seemed to know what he wants to be, so it hurts when she realises that she's the obstacle in his way

Bee's never been really all that good at anything

He's so soft and sweet and is just so talented, but she's just wild and unpredictable and feels so much.

It's never really occurred to her that he'd be holding himself back for her sake

Maybe she should have slowed down, but she's always running headfirst into things

Sparks fly from her injured hand, but she just feels so numb

It's damaged beyond belief and going to need serious repairing, but she can't really bring herself to care

Deckard made her care

Okay that's a lie— she's always cared. Bee just feels so much, and she's so used to wearing her emotions on her sleeve

She's used to winging things and having everything just spontaneously work out but its only just occurred to her that Deckard's probably been receiving the short end of the stick because of it

He's quiet and gets flustered easily—he's a drastic opposite from Puppycat and most people because Deckard never puts himself first and the whole thing just has her eyes blurring

He just deserves so much

'I don't even want to go, I like my job. I like living here…Do you want me to leave'

Honestly? No

But Bee's selfish and she's unintentionally dragged him into one of her jobs and almost got him sucked into a black hole because of it

She hasn't even got the nerve to go see him because he was bleeding— bleeding

She sort of wants to burst into another round of tears, sort of wants to stuff her face with pastries, and another part of her wants to just fall asleep

But she's already cried enough, the pastries won't be as good as his and she's got an arm to fix

When Puppycat climbs up in front of her, she feels the corners of the mouth tilt up softly as he eyes the machinery fixing her hand with anxiety

She laughs nervously but there's no humour behind it "Guess there's a lot of stuff we don't about each other"

Puppycat however, seems determined

"what's your favourite colour?"