Our Confusing Love | Crossmare | Finished |

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

Yes, I imagine Cross having a higher alcohol tolerance than Nightmare, shush

Why you may ask?

Lust always came to the void and gave him alcohol, yea ik, weird, but just roll with it, okay?

Also bc I imagine Night not drinking too much alcohol bc when he started da gang, he swore to not do so—
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Cross changed into his regular outfit, that.. smelled oddly like lavender.. And then quickly hung up the bathrobe, staring at the ground. Why would Nightmare, out of all people, want to go shopping with him? Much less give him things he owned. He was thinking too hard on it that his head hurt.

'Cross, think about it, he promotes you to his personal body guard just to get closer to you, he saves you from a falling bookcase, he lets you call him Night, AND he gives you his bathrobe!'

"How am I suppose to know what that means!?" Cross looks at his sibling, who looked incredibly annoyed. "Ugh, it's probably nothing.."

He yelps as Chara throws something at him.

'No you fucking idiot!'

"Okay then, tell me, what is he trying to say?" Cross rubs his arm that Chara has hit with a book. Before said ghost could answer, they both heard something hit against the door, Cross brought his blade out and slowly approached the door, before he could even touch the doorknob, it twisted and came fell.. Nightmare.

Cross squeaks and held him before he could fall to the ground, he felt tendrils coiling around him. "U-Uhm.. B- Night..?" The fluffy oreo's eye sockets widen as he was pulled closer. Night lifted himself up and stares down at him, he looked.. drunk, not to mention tired.

"Oh stars, Night did you drink?" He asks, even though he already knew the answer.

"....O-Only a lil.. *hic*"

Cross glares. "You can't even stand up straight.. Why did you even come here?" The smaller asks, just as confused as his ghost sibling, who was staring at the taller octoskele in disbelief.

"..I-I *hic* wanted to spend time with you.."

Cross sighs, getting a bit tired fo supporting him, he didn't even realize that someone like Night, could get drunk, he always assumed the taller had a high alcohol tolerance, guess not.

"Nightmare, you can't be serious"

The octoskele just stares at him.

"Okay fine. I'll get you some water, and you can sleep here for tonight..." Cross walks his boss to his bed and lays him down, before moving away. "Chara, please, keep an eye on him" Cross was almost out the door before hearing a wince.

The fluffy oreo sighs and walks back to Night to see what the problem was, before being pulled in, and this time, Night put his head on Cross' chest. "N-Night.. Please" He got a bit flustered, before hearing quiet crying.

"Nightmare..?"

No response.

"H-Hey.. If you want to talk, I'll listen" He murmurs, starting to realize, how.. emotional he was when drunk, of maybe it was because he was tired, wait no, he was always more grumpy when tired.

"I-If I tell you.. *hic* y-you'll hate me.."

"I won't!"

"...I-I.. I-I like.. you.."