Love in the Time of Beans (Among Us Logic)

What Happened Before (Cheegg, some Gentlecheese)

Had a theory that the reason Mr. Cheese is so particularly upset by the Gentleman hanging out with Mr. Egg is that the two used to date. Nothing would upset him more than seeing his ex with his boyfriend!

The Bean species comes from a planet called Inna. It's a temperate place of lush forests and rolling grasslands. Although small, some parts of the planet managed to hold out from industrialization and stay as an idyllic countryside. And in this particular area, the sky was so clear at night that a yellow Bean and an orange Bean could look up and count every star.

"So. How many do you think there are?" asked the yellow Bean, looking over at the other. They lay side by side in the grass, as the summer wind ruffled the trees at the bottom of the hill.

He glanced up at the twinkling points of light, thought about it, and then responded with full certainty, "At least fifteen."

There was a beat, and then the yellow Bean said, "Well, you're not wrong."

"It's the Mr. Cheese style, baby!" the orange Bean replied, smirking. He playfully swiped the fried egg hat off his companion and stacked it atop his own cheese hat.

"Wouldn't have it any other way. Now give me my hat back, you tease."
Mr. Cheese held on to the egg protectively, blepping his tongue out. "But I like it. I think I'll borrow it for a while."

"Don't be such a silly little boy." The yellow Bean confiscated the egg and returned it to his head. "How will I be Mr. Egg without my egg hat?"

"Your silly little boy!" Mr. Cheese wiggled happily. "I love it when you call me that!"

"Do you love...this?" Mr. Egg sharply rolled over and kissed Mr. Cheese's forehead, eliciting a joyous squeal from him. They fell over each other in a furry, orange-and-yellow heap of kisses and snuggles.

When the excitement died down, Mr. Cheese rolled over on his back, paws up, glancing at the more than fifteen stars. "You won't leave me, right?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Mr. Egg knew what he meant. In less than a month, he'd start his journey in Crewmate college. The day he got the news of MIRA accepting his application was one of pure, unseeing elation -- he and Mr. Cheese had gone out for celebratory breakfast-for-dinner. They ordered the biggest, cheesiest omelet they could find and ate the whole thing up. The display seemed saccharine to onlookers, but no-one could deny its earnestness.

"They're like two peas in a pod!" one person exclaimed, but a more apt description would be an omelette du Fromage, as Mr. Egg would put it. Cheese and eggs went together wonderfully, so Mr. Cheese and Mr. Egg only made sense as a couple.

Or so it seemed. So they said.

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September brought sixty degree days, orange trees, and tests at Crewmate college. Mr. Egg hunched over his desk, trying to make sense of an interplanetary relations theory textbook. The core requirements meant every incoming Crewmate at MIRA had to take at least one poli-sci course. Blah blah blah, they needed to know about MIRA's role in the Galactic Federation and the various layers of government on a given planet, yadda yadda and something about the semi-hostile Blacktron Federation. It sounded like a bunch of red tape nonsense to Mr. Egg, who wanted to focus on the technical aspects of maintaining a ship. While taking notes with his favorite pink pen, he felt a pair of paws suddenly rest on his shoulders. Or at least, where he would have shoulders if Beans had arms.

"Oh!" he yelped, turning to see Mr. Cheese. "You startled me there, dear."

"Are you still looking at those dumb books?" Mr. Cheese asked, nuzzling his chin on top of Mr. Egg's head. "You've been at this for, like, a million bajillion hours."