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Wormo was sitting in roughly the same place she had been sitting for an indeterminate but socially acceptable amount of time, which in the Digital Circus usually meant “long enough for something strange to happen nearby.”
She was reading a book, but it wasn't actually a book. It was a low-poly asset in the shape of a book. It had no title, no words, and no moveable pages. Still, it was nice to pretend. When you're a giant worm on a string, you take what you can get.
Her reading was interrupted as a shadow fell over her. She looked up and saw her kinda sorta girlfriend thing, Bazooble.
I'm sorry,” said Bazooble.
Wormo blinked. “Sorry… about what?”
“About your breakup with Bazooble!”
Wormo blinked, slow and deliberate as she processed this. “You're sorry … about my breakup.”
“Yup.”
“With Bazooble.”
“Yup.”
“But you're Bazooble.”
“I'm Bazooble!”
“Yes, very good.” Wormo set down the book she was reading. “Bazooble, dear, why do you think we've broken up?”
“I walked in a big circle right over there,” they said, immediately turning and tracing half the path again, their claw dragging through the air to outline it. “And you didn't follow me.”
Wormo’s gaze followed the invisible path, then returned to Bazooble. “And you think that means we've broken up?”
“Absolutely.” Bazooble planted their hands on their hips, posture firm with conviction.
Wormo sighed patiently. “Honey, that doesn't constitute the end of a relationship.”
Bazooble blinked with their right eye, then their left.
“Bazooble?”
“HOORAY!” Bazooble threw their arms into the air so fast they nearly lost their balance.
“Jesus Christ-”
“I'M SO HAPPY WE'RE WORKING THROUGH OUR CONFLICT!” Bazooble lunged forward and wrapped Wormo in a crushing hug.
Wormo exhaled softly, adjusting just enough to keep them both from toppling over. After a moment, she rested her head lightly against their neck. “I'm happy you're happy, dear.”