"Redson?" the familiar voice said.

Redson whipped around to see one of the people they wanted to avoid.

"Noodle boy" Redson spat. His sworn enemy probably saw him crying. Pathetic, he thought. "What are you doing here" he said with a sour expression.

"Me?? What are YOU doing here?"

Redson just turned his head trying hard to ignore the boy with the bandana.

Mk shifted uncomfortably "So,"

Redson glared at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Excuse me?? Am I okay??" The fiery boy was baffled by this boy. They were on other sides, why would he ask if he was okay?

"Have you forgotten were ENEMIES??"

"No, but I saw you crying"

Of course he did.

Redson felt a lump in their throat. This was so awkward.

Silence hung for a moment as Red contemplated running away.

"You know what? It's none of your business." Redson said while turning away. Sharing your feelings is a weakness, and redson didn't want to share anything that could be used against him.

Mk sighed. "Alright, you don't have to tell me anything. But even though we don't exactly, um, get along, I'm always willing to listen."

"Hah! In your dreams, you just want information to use against me, BUT I WONT FALL FOR IT NOODLE BOYY!!"

"Whoa, wait what?? No I just thought you might want someone to talk to. Yaknow, if you took the time to, idk, NOT DESTROY THE CITY EVERY FIVE MINUTES then I think we could get along."

Hmph. Who does he think he is?? My savior?? redson thought. Still, some deep down part of him longed for a friend. He knew he'd be lying if he said he wasn't lonely.

Mk saw the red heads displeased expression and turned to walk away.

Redson saw this.

Ah shit, will I regret this? He's going to leave.

"Wait"