At The Core Of It All

Extra Scene 6 [Pieces Of You]

This chapter also takes place before Sprite and Corey admit their feelings because I've found that those are the most fun for me to write :)))

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Sprite was sitting on the couch flipping through an old book of theirs when Kingo sat down next to them causing a dip in the couch.

"Hello Sprite," Kingo greeted and Sprite looked away from their book.

"Do you need something Kingo?" Sprite asked annoyed at being disturbed.

"I wanted to ask you something," Kingo answered and Sprite sighed and put down the book.

"What?"

"What do you think of Corey?" He asked and Sprite looked at him confused.

"That's really random, why are you asking me this?" Sprite questioned.

"Well, I just walked by your room and I saw Corey taking some of your clothes and I know how much you hate it when people touch your stuff so I wanted to see how angry you would be and whether or not I would need to help you hide her body," Kingo explained and Sprite rolled their eyes.

"I told her she could take some stuff, I left it out for her," Sprite answered and Kingo's eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"You let her take your clothes?" Kingo repeated and Sprite exhaled through their nose in frustration.

"They were looking for some new clothes and they always complimented my clothes so I figured I'd let them take some of my old ones that I never wear anymore," Sprite shrugged.

"You think they liked your clothes...nothing else?" Kingo asked and Sprite looked at him.

"What else would they be talking about?" Sprite questioned.

"Sprite, I think Corey was complimenting you, I think Corey likes you..." Kingo told them and Sprite shook their head.

"No, I don't think that's it," Kingo saw the small glimmer of hope in Sprite's eye and anyone could hear that their words were filled with sadness.

"Sprite? Do you like Corey?" Kingo asked carefully and Sprite furrowed their eyebrows.

"What?"

"Would you date Corey given the chance?" Kingo rephrased his question and Sprite paused to think about it.

"I-"

"Sprite!" Corey flounced down the stairs with a smile on her face. "What do you think?"

Corey was wearing one of Sprite's old shirts, Sprite remembered that shirt they'd worn it a few times but hadn't liked it that much.

"It's...you...amazing..." Sprite couldn't force more than a few words out they were in awe, the thought of Corey wearing their clothes hadn't been a big deal but as they saw Corey in them it felt like the most perfect thing. Corey looked amazing in the shirt it was almost like they were born to wear it, Sprite couldn't imagine Corey looking more perfect in anything else.

"Are you feeling ok?" She walked over and took Sprite's hand. All Sprite could feel was Corey's warm hand intertwined with their own.

"Sprite is it the shirt? I can change back into my own clothes and give it back if you'd like, I understand not wanting to give up some things," Corey looked worried, Sprite wanted her to wear the shirt it suited him.