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Battat had alot on their mind, and the dead silence of the Mike room wasn't helping, so they found themself sitting on one of the couches in the green room, near Ramb's bar. It wasn't too loud, but just enough background noise to somewhat clear their mind. They didn't have much new information on Mike at the moment, so they couldn't fixate on him as a distraction either.
There wasn't too many people in the green room, and the person closest to them was Lanino on the other couch, accompanied by Elnina. Listening to their lovey-dovey slop made Battat cringe, not that they didn't like romance, the weather lovebirds were just way too into it. So unnecessary. Can't they go just one sentence without petnaming eachother something corny?
"( ≧∀≦)ノ" Pluey appeared above them, leaning over the couch backing to loom over Battat.
"Oh. Hey Pluey, I thought you and Jongler would be hanging out tonight?"
Pluey pulled out his notepad and quickly scribbled something down, then held it infront of Battat. 'they feel sick rn, and they dont wanna be near me in case its contagious'.
"With us three sharing a room, we'll probably end up catching whatever it is eventually." Battat sighed, and continued. "So I assume you're here to bother me now?"
"( ｀ω´)" Pluey nodded, and hoisted himself over the couch into a seemingly very uncomfortable position. His chest and snout were pressed into the couch cushions, with his back arched and his legs above his head.
"Are you comfortable like that??" They asked, concern evident in their tone.
"(^_^;)))" Pluey squawked, and let his body flop onto the couch, now laying on his side.
"I assume that's a no." Pluey sat up and opened his bag, pulling out a small, detailed box. Battat tried to get a peek at it out of curiosity, but Pluey set it on the couch beside himself where Battat couldn't see it. They were about to ask what it was, before they noticed him writing in his notepad, likely an explanation.
Pluey held up the notepad, 'have you ever heard of the pocky game?' It said. Battat shook their head, and Pluey smirked at the curious look on their face. He continued writing in the notepad.
'Put this in your mouth and close your eyes.' Battat looked back at Pluey, who was holding a pocky stick; a long biscuit dipped in chocolate. What the hell was Pluey planning??
Before Battat could object or ask questions, Pluey held one end of the stick to their mouth.
"Why do I have to close my eyes?" They asked, and instead of receiving an answer, Pluey just poked the stick to their lips. Hesitantly, they took it in their mouth, and closed their eyes.
They didn't do anything further until Pluey nudged it further into their mouth, gesturing for them to start munching it. Why was all this extra crap necessary to just have a snack? Then again, he did say it was a game, but none of this makes sense. What kind of game involves slowly eating a snack with your eyes closed?
They slowly nibbled the stick shorter and shorter, and when they moved their hand to feel how much was left, their wrist was grabbed and pushed back down. Then, they noticed something.
They could hear, and somewhat feel, Pluey's breath awfully close to their face. Was he eating the other end of the stick? Why couldn't he just get his own? They could easily just move away, but for some reason, they didn't want to. They cautiously munched down another small portion of the stick, bringing their faces even closer.
Pluey made the next move, biting down and bringing them even closer. Battat could feel the tip of Pluey's snout pressing against the bridge of their nose, and he repositioned himself so his snout wouldn't get in the way. Battat reckoned it was now their turn.
They bit off barely anything, afraid to go further. Then, to their surprise, Pluey didn't hold back at all. He ate the rest of the stick separating them, bringing their lips together. Battat's face quickly flushed a deep green, and they didn't pull away. This felt good. Then, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the clunk of a camera shutter.
Their eyes shot open and they whipped their head around in the direction of the noise, breaking the kiss. Fortunately, the shuttah standing there was focused on the weather freaks. It was a relief that it hadn't captured their kiss, they wouldn't trust anyone to have a photo of that, but the noise alone had still ruined the moment. Although they'd never admit this aloud, they missed Pluey's lips.
Looking back at Pluey, he was chewing the last bit of the snack, with his rabbit ears hung gloobily over his face like closed curtains. He too was upset the moment didn't last, and made it very evident. Battat licked their lips, tasting a mix of chocolate and Pluey's fruit flavored lip balm, a flavor they'd never forget. Battat sunk into the couch, not sure what to do next.
'I lied about Jongler being sick, I just wanted to do this with you.' Pluey wrote.
"Mmh, I bet you only wanted to do this with me because they don't have a mouth." Battat murmured, humbling themself. Pluey squawked defensively and shook his head, laying his ears back. He then sighed, and wrote again.
'did it taste good?' Battat wasn't sure if he was reffering to the pocky or his lips, they'd barely even noticed the taste of the pocky, too caught up in the situation. His lips however...no, he's asking about the pocky, obviously.
They nodded, and Pluey eagerly shoved another note in their face. 'Do you wanna do it again?'
"Uh..if you're okay with that, then–" Pluey shoved another pocky stick in their mouth, and slapped their forehead a couple times as a gesture for them to close their eyes.
"Okay, okay!"