< Hey babe
< Wanna fuck?
Mr. Peanut Butter had been sitting in his living room reading this text for about ten minutes. He still didn't know what to make of it.
Bojack must be drunk, he thought, but another, forbidden part of him hoped that maybe that wasn't true. That Bojack was really trying to...what? Make a move? It didn't matter, something had to be going on, and like the good friend he was, Mr. Peanut Butter was going to go help Bojack.
He got in his car and headed for Bojacks favorite bar, and when he arrived, he wasn't surprised to see him there, downing a whisky with a wild grin.
"Bojack!" Mr. Peanut Butter said, entering the bar.
"Hey!" Bojack winked.
Mr. Peanut Butter let out a long sigh.
"Let's get you home buddy."
The two drove to Bojack's house with an awkward tension in the air. That is until Mr. Peanut Butter decided to break it.
"So...that text you sent me earlier. What might that have been about?
Bojack sighed tiredly. "I was TRYING to make moves on you, but instead you're being all responsible and driving me home, which I did NOT ask you to do by the way-"
"Really Bojack? You don't want me to help? Cause disappearing on me for hours for NO REASON and then texting me something"-Mr. Peanut Butter paused, flustered- "something like that, certainly seems like a cry for help."
Bojack didn't respond. He might've passed out. If Mr. Peanut Butter wasn't such a good friend he might've started to wonder why he even bothered.
"We're here Bojack. Get some rest, okay?" Mr. Peanut Butter put his hand gently on Bojack's shoulder.
Bojack didn't move. Was he dead?
"Bojack?"
Nothing.
"Bojack!!"
He made a grumbly sound, yet didn't move an inch.
Mr. Peanut Butter sighed. Well, he couldn't very well leave Bojack in his car, could he?
Mr. Peanut Butter picked him up and carried him bridal style into the house. Bojack was heavy, but Mr. Peanut Butter was strong enough to carry him comfortably. He stepped into Bojack's room and lay him down on the bed gently.
Seeing him like that, laid across his bed, asleep, his hair all messy, made Mr. Peanut Butter want to...but no. He started to leave.
All at once, Bojack grabbed his arm, pulling him into the bed. He held Mr. Peanut Butter close, cuddling him and rendering him somewhat shocked.
What was he doing?
In a strange way though, this felt kind of nice...comforting.
Mr. Peanut Butter wrapped his arms back around Bojack, settling into this strange new position. He smiled softly. This felt perfect. His smell. His relaxed expression. God, Mr. Peanut Butter wanted to kiss him so badly.
Instead he rested his head on Bojack's chest and let himself fall asleep.
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Doggin Around
HumorFive years since his divorce from Diane, Mr. Peanut Butter longs for love. But little does he know, just a few blocks away, his friend Bojack Horseman is feeling the same way. Post-near-death experiences, they've realized that what they have is mor...
