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PURPLE x WHITE - Gross.. (2)

continuation of part 1..

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The livid stomping of Red alerted Purple, who was eagerly looking for his lover. Unsuccessful, however, he had almost given up.

"That stupid White and his stupid food!"

Grumbling on, he shoves past Purple, who looks behind him and shrugs it off. He never really interacted with the guy, and didn't plan to.

He was never much of a talker.

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White sat there, dismayed. Nobody liked his food, and it kind of hurt to know that he was assigned as the chef despite having no cooking capability.

Almost like the people who gave him the job were just taunting him, mocking him of his inabilities...

Frowning, with tears in his eyes, he hugs himself a little bit, alone and staying that way.

Well, not for long. Purple spotted him and instantly smiled, speed-walking over to him.. but he noticed the strange change in his usual cheerful mood.

This never normally happened, and if it did, it was usually something big.

He also heard a thick hissing noise from a slimey liquid that was on White's hand, and an extremely foul smell emitting from said substance.

"Hey, Eric.. what's wrong?"

Startled, he jolted a little bit, immediately grinning and waving at him.

"Oh- nothing much, just a little... bored."

"Bored? You looked like you were gonna cry. And what is that thing on your hand..?"

He blinks, giving a blank stare to Purple.

"It's nothing, Connor. I'm fine. And this is just yet another failed meal of mine.. why am I so useless at cooking?"

He frowns again, this time letting down that thick shield of reassurance and slowly starting to show his true face.

"I mean.. you might be bad at cooking.. but.."

Purple, obviously wanting to comfort his boyfriend, kisses his cheek, hugging him and chuckling.

"I'm betting that you sure aren't bad at sex.."

Immediately flushing, White gasps a little, also starting to crack up.

"Pfft- we haven't even done anything past kissing.. you said you aren't ready."

"Well.. yeah. I was only trying to comfort you."

Sheepishly, Purple hides his face in White's chest, sighing and taking in his.. smell.

It was a citrusy, fresh smell, like dish soap, and when you got really close to it, you could probably taste the malty taste of cleaning products and vanilla. It was his favourite perfume to use, and it had a bittersweet scent that everyone adored.

But he knew it wouldn't last. It never does.

"Please stay."

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"What?"

A little confused, White stared down at him, holding him closer.

"Stay with me.. for as long as you can. Even if you have to leave eventually.. at least I'll know that you spent your time nicely with me."

Pain was evident in his voice, and these words felt like they were from personal experience.

Like they were just torn out of some imaginary autobiography, documenting each and every part of Connor's life. Not the worst, but definitely not the best.

With this man.. he felt whole.

Complete.

Warm.

Full.

Everything was in place perfectly whenever he was next to White, a sheet of utopia placed around the two whenever they were talking.

They were truly in love..

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"Eric.. if it makes you feel better.. I'll try some of your cooking."

Beaming, he nodded frantically, offering some of the goop to Purple, who scooped a little bit onto his finger and sucked it off cleanly.

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He grimaced, and swallowed it, shivering as he felt the icy, wet substance leak down his throat.

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"Gross."

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finished, and if i end up dying for another 2 months, just hold my funeral already

love you guys <333