Mao Mao one shots

Late night talk (oranguhoss)

Orangusnake drifted away.

His eyes drooped down as his Consciousness slipped away.
He didn't even bother to try to stay away, he just let his body melt into a peaceful sleep.

"....."

"..s...r.."

".......sir....."

".............sir!"

"Sir! SIR!" Boss Hosstrich yelled and shook him up.

"Huh!? Hmm! W-wha happen?" He jolted up, murmuring and slurring his words.

"'wha happen'," Boss Hosstrich annoyingly mocked, "is ya went to the dump without tellin' any of us! Again! I was lookin' for ya everywhere!" He scolded, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Alright alright, my bad my bad!" Orangusnake sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Just trying to....get ready for tomorrow..., you know how it is" he laughed. Obviously, super sleep-deprived. Having trouble sitting up straight and still and keeping his eyes open.

Boss Hosstrich rolled his eyes, "yeah well I'm tired too, but ya think I wanna be that while I search high and low for ya! The least you can do is tell us where ya gonna do it!

Orangusnake chuckled "Right right. Of course Mom!"

"I'm serious! It's not funny worryin' wether or not yer being eaten alive by who knows what or just nappin' sumwere."

Orangusnake lost his easy expression, now he felt bad.
"Hey look...I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make ya mad, just wanted a little alone time. I'm sorry Hoss"

Boss Hosstrich sighed.
"It's fine. It's alright. Just leave a note or sumthin' next time, Mmka?" He held out his hand.

Orangusnake gave a smile and grabbed his hand.
Boss Hosstrich started to pull him up, but Orangusnake abruptly gripped him harder, and pulled him down with him, sitting him down.

Hoss swatted him away, "what are ya doin'!? We gotta get home!"

"Oh come onnnn, Hossy!" Orangusnake put his arm over his friend, "It's soooo far away! And the others will be fine. Let's just sit here for a bit...just us"

Boss Hosstrich crossed his arms and gave a small grumble, but didn't disagree. "And do hwhat exactly?"

Orangusnake gave an annoyed groan, "well jeeeeezzz, if you're gonna be so 'to the letter' about it grandpa," he wrapped both his arms around Boss Hosstrichs's neck and leaned on him, "we could just talk"

Boss Hosstrich turned bright pink at the action.
Most of his bitter mood transferred into a tensed and flustered one, and he stiffened up like a board at the feeling of his boss's body settling upon him.

Uncrossing his arms he managed to muster up something, "M-maybe..."

"Mhhh..I'm still kinda tired, you talk" Orangusnake nuzzled onto the back of Boss Hosstrich's neck, giving off small purr-like breaths as he rested on him. Starting to ease into sleep.

The slightest feel of Orangusnake's lips caressing the back of his neck sent shivers down his spine. Like always.

"H-huenn..."

"B-B-Bout what?"

"I dunno" Orangusnake yawned, "tell me about your banjo collection. You love doing that"

"N-no! That's dumb. You woun't-

"It's not dumb. I love when you talk about all that junk."

Boss Hosstrich somehow blushed even harder at that. Even cracking a dumb-looking smile.

"W-well Okie Dokie...uhh well Joel Walker Sweeney crafted the first Banjo in the 1840s, craftin' it from monster skin and horn..."

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Boss Hosstrich kept talking and talking for what could've been hours.

Eventually, he found the urge to stop. He waited a second.

He sighed as he carefully laid down and adjusted Orangusnake over him in a more comfortable position, making sure to not wake his partner.

"...."

"....M'sorry I got so testy..." he whispered placing his arm over him, "I just worry a lot is all..." he closed his eyes.

"..."

"I'm sorry too..." Orangusnake whispered, snuggling in closer.

"..."

"Thanks for caring.." Orangusnake added.

"Of course..." Boss Hosstrich replied. Leaning on him.