Bart/ken and prompt 7? (Love your writing btw!)
(omg thank you so much! and thank you for such a cute prompt uwu)
Thing is, Ken had been travelling with Bart for a while. He figured he knew her pretty well by now, and he’d known from the day he met her (or, y’know, the day she chased him with a machete and kidnapped him) that she was a bit… well, weird.
It wasn’t a bad thing! Well, not all the time. It was cool, some people were just weird and Bart was one of them. She moved weird, she talked weird, and she had a weird way of looking at the world. Or at first glance she did. But he was starting to think her straightforward (and violent) approach to life and her place in it actually made more sense than most people’s.
But she had a lot of weird habits, and one of those habits was staring at things. And people, people and things, she stared at all of them. He guessed the thing about being absolutely assured of your place in the world made you a lot less embarrassed about stuff like that.
So he was kinda used to her staring at him by now. She did it a lot. She was the kind of person who would stare at something until she figured it out, and since human interaction wasn’t her strong suit she had a lot of figuring out to do.
But there was something a little different about her staring today. She didn’t look mad, or sceptical or even that confused. She just looked kinda thoughtful. Like something new had occurred to her and she didn’t understand it but she didn’t mind it.
“Bart?” Ken asked when he’d caught his breath from laughing- the corgi in the backseat was chasing her stubby tail again. “You okay?”
She was watching him a little too closely considering she was behind the wheel. But he guessed they’d crash if they were supposed to crash anyway. “You’re happy.”
“Uh… yes?” He didn’t really have to think about it. He’d… well, he’d been the happiest he’d ever been these past few months. Just him and Bart and Chainsaw (Bart’s choice- they had no idea what the corgi’s real name was but she seemed to like Chainsaw just fine). He never would have expected it, but he wasn’t complaining. He wasn’t sure where Bart was going with this. “Are you?”
“Yeah,” she grunted, eyes back on the road.
Silence fell for a little while. Until Ken started giggling at Chainsaw’s attempts to climb into his duffel bag. Then Bart was giving him that look again, and a quiet: “Huh.”
“It’s…” she lifted one hand from the wheel to gesticulate in that broad, kinda drunkenly confident way she did. “It’s like- I’m happy anyway, y’know? But right now I’m more happy. It’s like… when you’re happy, I’m happy. Y’know?”
Another weird thing about Bart; she was the both the scariest and cutest person he’d ever met.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling now for a whole other reason. “Yeah, me too.”
“Well, yeah, of course you’re happy when you’re happy- that’s, like, what it is.”
“No, I mean- I’m happy when you’re happy. Like, reversed.”
“…Oh.” She kept her eyes on the road, but he could see her smile a mile off. “That’s nice.”