Post-Neo Problems |

Haircut :]

"Hey Spammy?" Pink closed the door to their apartment behind them, and kicked off their shoes. Spamton peeked out from behind the kitchen doorway, small once again. "Ah, there you are." Pink walked over and picked him up, smiling at the faint laugh they heard from the puppet. "I've got a gift for you, and a cookie."

Spamton was very glad to have a cookie to munch on, he barely got any nowadays. While he lounged in Pink's arms and ate the cookie he had been handed with joy, Pink walked to their room to get the other gift. While they looked for it, they put Spamton down on their bed, and went searching through their items.

It was an organized room. A very cute one, too. Pastel colors, displayed jewelry, and only a few askewn outfits. Spamton was doing his best not to let the cookie crumbles get on the bed as he also tried not to look around too much. It was Pink's room, not a place to explore. He couldn't look away from one of the jewelry stands. A pair of earrings sat proudly at the top, simple hearts, but important. They were given to Pink by Spamton himself, plenty of holidays ago, years worth of time since then.

"Here we go!" Pink sat down next to him, holding out a bag.

The jacket fit him well, and it made Spamton really happy to have something that fit again, and something that was his style. In pure joy, he bounced up into Pink's lap and hugged them, purring. Nearly hesitating in surprise, Pink waited a second before hugging back. The huge grin on Spamton's face was new to them. Of course they'd seen him smile before, but this one felt happier, and it felt earned; because despite his history, Spamton could still find some happiness.

And his happiness was with Pink, which was an honor to them. They smiled, for Spamtons happiness and to themself, and purred too. The hug went on for a while, the time lasting due to the sheer comfort both felt in each other's arms. Pink yawned, the comfort making them realize their tire.

Even without them falling asleep, Spamton noticed. He nudged them, and presented a pop-up, asking if they were going to sleep soon.

"I'm just a little tired. Work, meeting up with friends for a bit, it's just a lot sometimes." Pink stretched and then ruffled his hair, trying to feel more awake. Spamton's hair, which was previously dyed black, was starting to grow out and return to its clean, metallic white.

"Hey Spammy?" He looked up, waiting to see what they had to say. "Remember when I used to style your hair for you?" Spamton nodded, and then when he noticed what Pink was doing, he knew why they were asking.

"I need a haircut, don't I?"

Pink chuckled a bit, "Yeah, kinda. I hope I wasn't sounding mean, cause it's not bad, it just looks like it needs some more care. Plus, your hair dye is starting to fade."

"I don't want to redye it." Spamton ran his fingers through his hair, moving it out of his eyes. He'd originally dyed it for reasons he didn't feel connected to anymore. To him, it was a part of the scams and lies he got caught up in.

The color suited his brother more, anyway.

"Oh? Alright then, we won't do that." Pink looked up, glancing to the door next to their closet door. That was their personal bathroom, where they kept anything they'd need for hair. Might as well. "Well, let's get to it then." They stood, picking him up and heading to the bathroom.

Spamton was a little surprised at first, but his hair was past due for a cut anyway, he wasn't going to complain if Pink was going to help. Pink set him down on the counter surrounding the sink. The bathroom was more organized than the room, a little shelf adjacent to the sink had different beauty and care products, lined up and sorted by color to make a rainbow. A few more earrings were set up on a board next to the bottles.

"You still like your hair medium length, right?" Spamton nodded, he'd always kept his hair just long enough to fall over his neck. It's just how he liked it. "Got it."

Spamton trusted Pink with his hair. They were always the one who would do his hair. He was glad to have that back. Their gentle hand on his cheek while they worked, being so close, and having Pink care for him that much, it was safe and comforting. He felt loved.

Pink wiped some stray hair from off his shoulders, and gave him a smile now that they were done. "Ah, you look like yourself again," there was a pause while Pink looked at him, "I missed this."

Before they could get caught up in the memories, Pink took his hand as he got off of the sink. "You can go take a shower while I cook." They went to let go of his hand when they realized that he wasn't moving. They squeezed his hand and waited for him to be responsive. "Hey, Honey bun, what's wrong?" His hand in theirs felt like a plastic doll's, delicate and smooth. Each joint had a small dent where they connected the small pieces of Spamton's puppeted hand.

"I'm alright, I just needed to reload." His heart clanked against the slides of his chest, causing that familiar rattle to pick up again. Pink nodded in understanding, thinking it was just the buffer anyone goes through sometimes.

Giving Spamton a second to regain himself, Pink started the shower for him and waited. "Feeling better, doll?" He stared at the wall, tapping his fingers against his arm. "Yeah." Something was occupying his thoughts, so Pink just patted his head and left. 

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Its 1 am and I wrote this like over a week ago and I don't feel like editing it now, and I forgot about it. Have fun with whatever mess this probably is. 

AND I HOPE YALL ARE READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER HAHAHAHAH