Spamton/Pink Addison only I'm drunk while writing this

and they were room mates

(what i was meant to write before I got here: 

the addisons came in after their night shifts finish and find spamton. they have a teary eyed reunion and pink insists that spamton moves in with him.)

The pink advertisement's apartment was spacious and clean. Well, there was a lot of mess in his workstations where tea was experimented with. Spamton vaguely recalled the several other pink addisons, and wonders if their apartments would be similar. Popup, the pink addison presenting the home to him currently, was always his favorite. They had been close friends till the end. Before everything went south.

"So, the shower is right down the hall and my room is right there. There's towels in the left lower cupboard in the bathroom. I'll see if there's anything you ca wear when you're done in there."

Popup gives a smile and Spamton nods, walking off to the bathroom. He really is grateful that they were able to have a heart to heart with the addisons. popup was very tearful and full of desperate top hold Spamton again, he hadn't let go of him even as he lead him around the apartment. While at the cafe, Ralsei and the others were either uncomfortable with how much Popup was greedily holding Spamton to himself , or simply jealous with how much the three missed the white addison themselves.

Popup couldn't help it. Despite the years and the second hand jealousy of Spamton, he never stopped feeling the fuzzy deep down burn he felt for the shorter of their group. When the blue addison of their group, Banner, was checking up on Spamton in the castle, to find he was missing, Popup was devastated. much more so than the others.  Even after the other had given up on finding Spamton, Popup had held onto hope that he'd find Spamton eventually. having him back did nothing but burn his love for the single white addison more.

Quietly, Popup headed to their spare room where extra stock, raw materials and his own personal storage was kept. In a dark corner, almost, but not quite forgotten... Some small clothes that Spamton had left over at his place over the best days of their lives... or more like Spamton's lower days. While not well off, Spamton would crash at his friend's places and occasionally left some clothes behind. unknown to Popup, his place was the only one Spamton ever left clothes at actually. While, yes he had stayed once in a while with the other three, Spamton was most comfortable with the pink addison and stayed with him the most and on his worst days. Popup was sure if there were anything that belonged to Spamton at the other addison's places, they were disposed of well before their move. 

The shower was turned off and Popup was holding a set of what Spamton would have called his 'depression suit' back in the day. Comfortable slacks and a short sleeved top and pull over hoodie. unofrtuanly, popup didn't have any underwear, socks included, that would fit spamton, he never left any of those behind. only a couple shirts, jackets or hoodies, and the slacks.

"I have something for you to wear while we wash your suit Spamton... I'll leave it just by the door"

Popup was about to leave when he hears a quiet.

"... Thanks"

He smiles to himself as he goes to grab some extra blankets and pull out the sofa bed.

Spamton comes out a minute later holding his filthy suit folded neatly. Popup is laying on the sofa bed half asleep. It was getting late at this point. Spamton decides he doesn't want to disturb the Addison and goes to place his clothes by the washing machine that's just near the bathroom. When he returns again, Popup is awake and smiling at him.

"Sorry spam.. Dozed off a little"

He pats the spot beside him, the majority of the sofa bed free for spamton, who complies and hops up and on the bed. Popup notices that he didn't pull the blanket up on himself despite being spread there for his use. So he pulls it up to tuck him in. Spamton takes it in his hands to snuggle in.

"SO... [since when] DID YOU HAVE [stock running low buy now!] OF CLOTHES MY SIZE?"

Spamton had very poor memory of his times before Mike. Only left over feelings and vague regrets. His late BIG SHOT days were mostly static noise when he attempted to recall. Popup wasn't sure if he should admit he KEPT Spamton's old clothes for so long. After all, was that weird? Would he know he cried over those same clothes for years when Spamton was wiped off the face of cyber city? Despite Spamton admitting he literally lived in the garbage for years, he was very worried about Spamton's opinion of him. Was it fair to be down bad for this long? 

"uh... Do you not remember?"

He didn't want to make a fool of himself if this was some kind of trick question. What if Spamton knew those were his and was just messing with him.

"REMEMBER [who, what, when, where, why?!]?"

Popup decides that Spamton doesn't remember something so insignificant. Hoping Spamton remembers the yellow addison of their group, Survey, works in retail he comes up with a believable excuse.

"Survey had some extra stock after the move and not enough space. I took some of it and I guess some of that was your size. It was mostly left over stuff, I've been wondering when he'll take it back honestly"

A nervous laugh. Spamton accepts this and gives a nod, rubbing his eye from under his glasses. Popup smiles warmly.

"SORRY, BEEN A BIT OF [LONG NIGHTS WITH NO SLEEP?], I MISSED YOU GUYS A LOT..."

"Yeah I ... We missed you so much, hehe we all cried a lot. I'm tired too. Shall I turn off the light?"

Spamton curls under the sheet and nods. Popup goes to turn off the lights before heading to bed himself. 

"Goodnight spammy..."

"GOOD NIGHT"

Spamton just barely remembers to take his glasses off before he falls into a dreamless sleep, exhausted from the amount of emotions in one night and tears shed.

in another room down the hall however, a pink Addison is unable to sleep.