=||_-GUITAR&BASS-_||= ((Whitty x Ruv))

=_-A TV's Hospitality-_=

(Heyo, forced Wings_Of_Beat47 to draw for me again! He said he didn't try, but it still looks heckin' good!)

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Ruv felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, waking up to a familiar teal jacket. He looked up, seeing Whitty's bright orange eyes. For some reason, the smile seemed even brighter. Ruv squinted slightly, then jokingly pushed Whitty's face away, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Assuming that they were at the apartment, he peeked out of the van.

However, it was still driving, and on unfamiliar road. "Where....?", Ruv trailed off, trying to figure out where they were. Sarv looked back, and a big smile formed on her face. "Morning, sleepy head!", she chirped cheerfully. Ruv found himself squinting again, this time at her sunny grin. Why so bright?

"We're heading over to stay at a friend's place for a while!", Carol said from the driver's seat, answering Ruv's semi-unspoken question. "It's not much farther now. Just another block!"

Ruv adjusted himself to sit against the gently vibrating wall of the van. It looked a lot like the hippie vans you'd find around. There was also a horde of license plates, some looking VERY used. Ruv thought that they probably switched the license plates after going somewhere government-occupied. After all, Whitty was also a criminal.

That got Ruv thinking. He wondered if this 'friend' was also a criminal. Or were they a regular person like Carol? Was Carol even normal? Whitty sure wasn't, and his poster had tons of money on it. Not only that, but the life of a criminal was a running one. How could she live like this?

The Russian found himself with tons of questions that he felt needed to be answered. However, this was probably not the time. Especially since it looked like they were pulling into a driveway. Surprisingly, this place looked very nice. Honestly, Ruv expected something more mediocre like the apartments or something. However, it was a two-story house with lush grass and- well just imagine a nice house and you've got it.

They all got out of the van and went to the door. Carol knocked, resulting in a rather odd voice answering it. "Coming!", said a slightly robotic voice. This robotic voice had emotion to it, yet it didn't. At the same time, it sounded like it was trying to figure out if it was high-pitched or not. Despite the odd fluctuations, it was an oddly satisfying voice.

The door opened, revealing a TV that was definitely shorter than Sarv, but taller than Carol. Judging from eyes alone, they appeared to be in the 6 foot range. The face, instead of being some kind of channel or something, was a bright cyan smile. Two antennae stuck out of the top, and they wore a basketball outfit.

"Whoa-hoh-hoh, dude!", the person said, turning their head up to look up at Ruv. "You said he was tall, but I wasn't expecting THIS!"

Ruv tilted his head for a moment, looking at the rest of his group. "Oh! Sorry!", Carol said. "We couldn't help but talk about you when we called him! By the way, this is Hex!"

Ruv raised an eyebrow, questioning where he'd heard that name before. 'Hex' stuck out a... hand?? Clamp?? Whatever or something- looking for a handshake. Ruv shook back, sticking his hand into his pocket soon afterward. "Ooo! Firm!", Hex inquired, putting his hands on his hips.

"Oop! What am I doing keeping you guys out here in the cold night- come in!", Hex said, beckoning the group inside. "Please take off your shoes when you come inside. Socks are fine though!"

The group obeyed, taking off their shoes. Ruv noticed that Sarv was wearing a pair of new socks. They had the picture of a praying cat on each one. Ruv felt a sting on his cheeks. He couldn't help but smile. He had a bit of a soft spot for those ferocious yet adorable fur-balls.

They stepped out of the doorway and were exposed to a nice interior. Honestly, it looked kinda rich. Wasn't what you'd expect from a TV is a basketball jersey. It kinda looked like a house from an old-school movie. Yellow lighting, a crystal chandelier-looking light, a rounded staircase, a brown couch with red and gold pillows, a wood-countered kitchen. This 'Hex' fella was really living the life, wasn't he? There was even a piano against one of the walls.

"Dang, really organized the place, eh?", Whitty said, grinning at the scene. Hex nodded, guiding them to the dining room where a nice table and delicious-looking food sat. Sarv's eyes sparkled when she caught sight of a roasted chicken in the middle of the long dining table. There was a whole meal there. Kinda seemed like a dinner scene from an African American movie.

Ruv found himself feeling kind of overwhelmed by the amount of luxury that appeared to be here. In his ushanka and jacket, he felt out of place. It looked like the type of moment that'd require a fancy brown suit and tie. Not that Ruv looks good in brown, he's more of a 'dark blue' kind of guy. But still, it was a bit overkill right?

Greens, mashed potatoes, roasted chicken, buttered corn cobs, fried eggplants- wait hold on is that jambalaya? Ruv stared at the familiar meal, the taste already in his mouth. "Go on, sit!", Hex said, taking a seat at the table. Everybody else followed. Surprisingly, Whitty, Ruv, and Sarv fit at it. Despite their tall structures, they fit quite well at the table. Sure, Whitty's legs stuck up a teensy bit, but nothing else seemed out of place.

Hex picked up his fork, but was respectfully stopped by Sarv. "May we pray first?", the Neapolitan nun inquired. Hex nodded and put his fork down. Everybody made praying hands. Ruv was reluctant, as he found it as worthless, but did it anyways. Sarv said a prayer, and you could tell that she was experienced in pray. She said the words with a lot of emotion, and you could feel it when everybody said amen.

They dug into their meal, Ruv was reluctant at first though. Sarv beckoned him to eat his meal, already chewing on a roasted chicken leg. Ruv sighed and bit into the wing of the chicken, instantly falling in love with it. He continued eating, enjoying the food happily, even if his face made no expression. The sparkle in his eyes as he ate was enough of a smile to the proud Hex.

After the meal was finished, Hex picked up all of the plates. Sarv immediately stood and helped a grateful Hex clean up. They laughed, imitating odd voices while in the kitchen. One voice was something Ruv recognized; mIchEaL JacKsOn In tHe FrEeZeR. That one caused everybody but a confused Russian to laugh.

Afterward, they all went upstairs to a few rooms. There was one less than what they needed. There was Hex's room, Whitty's room, Carol's room, a room they weren't allowed to go into because of his 'sister' or something, and the guest room. Ruv let Sarv take the guest room, and, against his better judgement, Ruv shared a room with Whitty.

"Night everybody!", Hex called from his room. This earned the 'goodnight' response from the rest of the group.

Why was this TV so kind? Also, why was he a TV in the first place?

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AYOOOOO!

I hope you liked this chapter!

Do not fret my sweeties, the *+sin+* is coming soon~!

Now, have a nice read!