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@nettlesbees (tumblr wont let me tag you >:c) submitted:

i really liked the mic serenades soap thing so here u go

(ft. the knife and mic have the same two moms hc from a while ago)

(language warning)

“hey, knife?”

knife pivoted, his grey curls doing a little jump as he moved. he found microphone stood ahead of him, her dreads messy and tangled.

“what the hell do you want?” he was surprised at his sudden temper, but he really wasn’t in the mood to talk to her right now. “sorry. force of habit.”

microphone cocked an eyebrow at that, but she continued, “can i ask you something?”

knife looked at his adopted sister, exhaustion lingering in his eyes, “make it quick.”

“how do you tell a girl you love her?”

he looked at microphone. then he sighed the longest, most dramatic sigh ever.

“i am the most homosexual fucking man on this island. what in god’s name do i know about women?” knife’s response was straightforward, but then he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “i don’t know, sing to her. you’re good at that.”

“what? i can’t just fucking sing to her?” microphone yelled. “what if she doesn’t like my song choice? what if my voice cracks? what if i forget to warm up? what if i underestimate my vocal range?”

knife knew exactly what she was talking about. he knew the violin and the guitar, so he knew a thing or two about music. he flashed her an angry stare and exhaled again. after a solid year of cleaning up after his sister, knife wanted a break. he didn’t want to think about his family.

“my guitar’s upstairs in my room. if i find even a scratch on it, microphone, i won’t be so goddamn calm. got it?” he tossed her his hotel card, and with that, he was gone.

* * *

microphone knew jack shit about songs. she was good at singing, yeah, but she’d never written anything in her life. yet there she was, waiting outside of soap’s room, a death grip on her brother’s guitar.

then, the door was answered. soap was doing much better. she had her hear in neat space buns and a white headband accompanying them. she was wearing a pastel pink sweater which loosely hung from her pale arms, and jeans.

“hey! sorry i’m not all dressed up, i didn’t know you were coming?” she didn’t smell of cleaning products anymore. it was a news sensation to microphone, seeing soap and not feeling bleach attack her nostrils.

mic was too nervous to talk, so she nodded and managed a, “so, how’s elimination?” her voice felt confused and anxious in her throat as she talked, but soap didn’t say anything. it might’ve been par for the course for microphone to be this...afraid. she wasn’t sure.

she sat on the bed as soap drained on about how much she had to cook, and how much all the contestants had changed. she freed knife’s guitar from her case, careful to be gentle with it.

“what’s that for?” soap cocked an eyebrow, smirking. she ran her fingers along the guitar before her friend could answer, her pink sleeves reflecting on the jet black surface. “i never knew you knew guitar.”

mic chuckled at that, “well, it’s my brother’s, but i know a thing or two.” she paused, breathing in. was she really gonna do this? what if soap didn’t like it? “can i show you?”

soap reacted quite quickly to that, she jumped back and smiled, then nodded, “oh, sure! yeah, yeah, go ahead.”

and then, the song started. microphone hadn’t prepared anything extravagant for her one-woman audience. it was just some delicate notes accompanied by some beautiful vocals. it encased the room in a calming manner. her voice was calm and quiet, which soap was grateful for.

the song came to an end, and silence returned. they sat there for a second, before soap said,

“wow....you really can play, huh?”

hello yes i’m crying?????? god BLESS i love this ;w;