Aflamed love - Pumpkin Duo

and then the rain opened up the sky to get-

//Guess who's back to vent and project through a comfort character?
*Cough cough* Quackity and we are. (:
we're totally mentally well, yes most of this is based off of us. his thoughts, urges, etc//

The cold nipping at his nose and discomfort spreading throughout his body like the plague was enough to make himself want to set off back home and curl up back in a dark room and settle down in his nest he was yet to make.

That and he knew he was spiraling before the desire fully consumed him and the urge fully registered in his mind. He knew he could barely keep his mouth wet enough without it running dry with the growing urge for tobacco.
He knew it was stupid, hell he hadn't smoked for what..? 3-4 years?
Sure he'd "borrowed" some people's vapes and had a few long puffs to the point his throat ached but hell it's not the same.

He wanted the tobacco to warm him, fill his lungs with the burning sensation of inhaling way too much for his body to handle at once. Not to mention the satisfying exhale that would follow, the greyish cloud escaping his lips and nose.

Fuck..

He fucking missed it. So damn much.

Even just smelling the second hand smoke from random civilians of the different countries.. or such, along with Schlatt's long exhales of his cigars just.. sent a burning desire flare up within him. He loved the smell, second hand smoke.. or just when Schlatt took a long drag and dragged him into a kiss, blowing said smoke into his mouth before they pulled apart and he had the ability to breathe out what was left.

He loved it.

But anyway, he couldn't dwell on that now, the cold was nipping at his nose leaving it pale and frostbitten, fingers anxiously tugging and pulling at the loose threads of his poorly sewn gloves. A pathetic excuse of a fix he attempted to do on them, not that it went well of course. He did it at the arse-crack of dawn with only the dull light from the street light outside the bedroom window that streaked down at him.

Alex sighed heavily, blankly watching Schlatt from afar, he'd been dragged out against his will, away from his nest in which he oh so desired to crawl back to and just.. curl up and hide.
His wings stuttered in place as they involuntarily flapped slightly in place. Cold and shaking off various rain drops as the weather seemed relentless. Continuing to abuse his wings with unforgivingly freezing rain water, that.. and the lack of a coat wasn't helping his case.

Thinking about that, he didn't even own one with a hood. His beanie had to suffer the brunt of the rain. Despite the fact it was drenched and he was absolutely despising the idea of having to take it off and ring it out.

"Quackity!"

His name slightly startled him as he glanced up, stiffening in place as Schlatt was standing before him, a dry chuckle escaping him. "About time. What were you thinking about?" He asked, eyes glancing over the smaller expectantly.

If Quackity's mouth wasn't already dry it surely was now, running dry at the simple question.

"I-"

"Spit it out."

Alex nodded, taking a minute before managing to speak up as he nervously spat out his words.
"I- nothing.. nothing important, sorry for not-" A harsh slap hit his cheek as his head flew to the side at the impact, falling silent as he turned his head back to face him.

"I didn't ask for an apology. Did I?"

He shook his head, bowing his head lightly before his chin was lifted gently by the older's bent index finger.
"Don't look so.. pathetic," Schlatt spat out at him, glaring down at him as Quackity only nodded. Stiffening as he was kissed on the lips. Though just as he was about to lean closer, the ram hybrid pulled away, standing upright once more.