Blush came hurrying down the stairs less than five minutes later, pulling her too-long brown hair back into a ponytail as she took the stairs two at a time. She jumped the last 4 steps less than gracefully and ended up sprawled on the floor at the bottom. Blush sighed as she stood up. More bruises to add to the ones form this morning. This really wasn't shaping up to be her day.
"Smooth, kid." Racetrack was standing by the doorway with boots, both looking at her with amused grins.
"Shaddup, Race. I ain't in the mood for it this mornin'." Blush snapped at him.
"Sorry, Blush, I was just - " Race looked surprised and ashamed all at once.
"Aw, Race, I'm sorry. I've had a bad mornin' an' I'm takin' it out on you." Blush sighed. "Ya didn't desoive that. Sorry." She placed a hand on his arm and smiled at him apologetically.
Race nodded his head, forgiving her in an instant. She could tell that he was confused, though. She wasn't normally someone who snapped at people so easily. It took someone like Spot to get her riled up enough to act like that. Speaking of Spot - neither Jack nor Spot was in sight. They obviously hadn't waited for her as they had promised. Blush could feel her temper rising again as she banged through the front doors more viciously than was good for them. Muttering curses to herself, she stamped down the steps and ran full stop into a blue shirt.
"Oof. Ow. Jeez, I'm sorry mista, I wasn't watchin' where I was - " her apology was cut short as a familiar smirk caught her eye.
"Heya shortie", he said, laughing down at her from his recently acquired lofty height of 5"9".
"Aw, dammit Spot! Can't you watch where you're goin'?" Blush was on instant defense mode as she glared up at him. Their fight earlier hadn't been great for her mood, and now, looking up into his amused gaze, a strange feeling was coming over her.
" I - I gotta sit down." She collapsed shakily on the stone steps. Jesus, Blush, weak in the knees? Over Spot?! But his eyes...and the way he was lookin' at me...
"Blush? Blush?" Spot's bewildered voice called her back to reality.
"Blush, you okay?" He was squatting in front of her, his hands on her arms, looking into her face with genuine concern. "Blush? Blush, sweetie, please answer me!" He touched her cheek, causing her to realize that she was just staring at him.
"Yea, yea I'm fine. Sorry." She pushed his hands away. "I just got dizzy for a sec. Ain't no excuse to paw at me, though!"
Spot stiffened. "I was jist concoined about you. It ain't every day that you get weak in the knees or whatever - I was just concoined about you." His blue eyes gave away his hurt more than his words already had, and he turned away.
Blush sighed. Great. Alienate him. That will really fix things.
"Spot." She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Spot, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. You know me, I say things that I don't mean sometimes and -"
"No, Blush, you don't say things that you don't mean. That ain't you." He interrupted, frowning slightly.
"I jist...I dunno. Things are suddenly weird, ya know? Between us. I don't know what's going on, but I think - I think that maybe - "
"Heya Blush, I gotcha papes. And you'se too, Spot. Hundred papes for both of ya's, right?" Jack chose that exact moment to interrupt blush's nervous half-admission. Cowboy picked up on the strange silence between them. "Hey, you two...is everythin' all right? You look like - I dunno, you both look weird, both of ya's. Did I innerupt somethin'?"
"No, no Jack, we're fine. We was jist talkin'. Nothin' important."
Or was there? Spot wondered. The look in Blush's eyes was one that Spot had never seen before. What was going on? What had she been about to tell him? What had suddenly come between them?
"Smooth, kid." Racetrack was standing by the doorway with boots, both looking at her with amused grins.
"Shaddup, Race. I ain't in the mood for it this mornin'." Blush snapped at him.
"Sorry, Blush, I was just - " Race looked surprised and ashamed all at once.
"Aw, Race, I'm sorry. I've had a bad mornin' an' I'm takin' it out on you." Blush sighed. "Ya didn't desoive that. Sorry." She placed a hand on his arm and smiled at him apologetically.
Race nodded his head, forgiving her in an instant. She could tell that he was confused, though. She wasn't normally someone who snapped at people so easily. It took someone like Spot to get her riled up enough to act like that. Speaking of Spot - neither Jack nor Spot was in sight. They obviously hadn't waited for her as they had promised. Blush could feel her temper rising again as she banged through the front doors more viciously than was good for them. Muttering curses to herself, she stamped down the steps and ran full stop into a blue shirt.
"Oof. Ow. Jeez, I'm sorry mista, I wasn't watchin' where I was - " her apology was cut short as a familiar smirk caught her eye.
"Heya shortie", he said, laughing down at her from his recently acquired lofty height of 5"9".
"Aw, dammit Spot! Can't you watch where you're goin'?" Blush was on instant defense mode as she glared up at him. Their fight earlier hadn't been great for her mood, and now, looking up into his amused gaze, a strange feeling was coming over her.
" I - I gotta sit down." She collapsed shakily on the stone steps. Jesus, Blush, weak in the knees? Over Spot?! But his eyes...and the way he was lookin' at me...
"Blush? Blush?" Spot's bewildered voice called her back to reality.
"Blush, you okay?" He was squatting in front of her, his hands on her arms, looking into her face with genuine concern. "Blush? Blush, sweetie, please answer me!" He touched her cheek, causing her to realize that she was just staring at him.
"Yea, yea I'm fine. Sorry." She pushed his hands away. "I just got dizzy for a sec. Ain't no excuse to paw at me, though!"
Spot stiffened. "I was jist concoined about you. It ain't every day that you get weak in the knees or whatever - I was just concoined about you." His blue eyes gave away his hurt more than his words already had, and he turned away.
Blush sighed. Great. Alienate him. That will really fix things.
"Spot." She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Spot, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. You know me, I say things that I don't mean sometimes and -"
"No, Blush, you don't say things that you don't mean. That ain't you." He interrupted, frowning slightly.
"I jist...I dunno. Things are suddenly weird, ya know? Between us. I don't know what's going on, but I think - I think that maybe - "
"Heya Blush, I gotcha papes. And you'se too, Spot. Hundred papes for both of ya's, right?" Jack chose that exact moment to interrupt blush's nervous half-admission. Cowboy picked up on the strange silence between them. "Hey, you two...is everythin' all right? You look like - I dunno, you both look weird, both of ya's. Did I innerupt somethin'?"
"No, no Jack, we're fine. We was jist talkin'. Nothin' important."
Or was there? Spot wondered. The look in Blush's eyes was one that Spot had never seen before. What was going on? What had she been about to tell him? What had suddenly come between them?