I'm doing this to prove a point!

What a nice way to wake up - Pencil had managed to rub her eyes so much that they started to burn. At least she felt good enough to properly stand up again, which was good since it was a Monday... which meant it was time for the meetup.

She then looked over at Match, who was laying on her side next to her.

"You ready to get up?" she asked.

"Mmeehhh..." was the response she got back.

"Yeah... me too."

Twice a week during the second and fourth weeks of the month, they'd have a little meetup with the others for 'recovery'. It was a pain, but it was already paid for and at least it helped, so, as much as she didn't want to get up... here she was.

Pencil quickly went over to the sink just to get some water, while Match cracked her back the best she could. By the time they opened the door, standing right outside was none other than...

"Oh, uh... hey, GB."

"Pencil." Golf Ball responded as politely as she could. "Finally out of bed, I see?"

"Yeah... uh, thanks for all of that, I guess, I just need to-"

"Pencil, I do think you should stay bedridden for at least one more day. Jumping back into action as soon as you feel fine can be dangerous."

Ugh... this again. Match looked like she desperately hoped Pencil would tell her off, but truth be told, she didn't have the energy for it... not to mention, Golf Ball did just break her back caring for her the last few days.

"Well... I would rest if I didn't have somewhere to be today," she said flatly. "We have BEMU to get too."

"BEMU?" Golf Ball asked, staring in confusion. She was about to nervously ask if Pencil had signed up for another competition (as if the last few did her any favors), before she explained further.

"Bimonthly EXITor Meet Up. It's, uhh... a group therapy thing to help with the... well, the everything."

Oh yeah... the EXIT. If there was truly one thing that Golf Ball couldn't get that mad at Pencil for, it was that. She could certainly get mad at the results of it... but even then, it was a miracle she was still mostly intact after such a harrowing experience. To put it into perspective, she had watched Flower completely lose her mind back in season 1 after only two years of imprisonment...

"Do you... need someone to drive you there? I still think you should take things easy, Pencil."

That's when Match stepped in, looking both confused and annoyed.

"How do you, like, expect to drive us when-?"

"Self driving car... made by yours truly." Golf Ball cut her off with a smug smile, already knowing where that question was going. "Are you in?"

"If I don't have to drive? Pffft... why not?"

Golf Ball nodded. Good... if there was any doubt in her mind that she didn't owe Pencil, doesn't owe her, and will never owe her as long as the two of them lived? Well, suffice to say, that had surely been sorted out by now.

Pencil followed behind GB as she headed towards the elevator, while Match followed her with a bit of a glare on her face... something that didn't go unnoticed by the scientist ball.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, unsure if this was just her usual brand of petty or if there was something else going on.

Match huffed. "Look, it's fine driving us, but, like... seriously. Don't get any ideas."