Matching

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"No."

"Aw come on, please?" Connie batted her lashes at the Diamond and pressed her hands onto his chest.

"Come on, Diamond. Don't be such a killjoy." Star teased. "You're always talking about how I'm supposed to love you because you're part of me," He poked Diamonds cheek and laughed when he growled. "But is it reciprocal?"

"Diamonds don't have the need to wear clothing." Diamond held Connie's waist and tried to keep his composure.

"Aw, what's the matter? Didn't your system update go through?" Star jested with a cynical smirk. "You're awful grumpy."

Diamonds fists clenched but Connie wiggled her fingers in until they were tightly interwound. "I'll never ask you for anything ever again. Pretty please?" She gave him puppy dog eyes and Star clasped his hands in front of him, doing the same.

Diamond glanced between the two with vexation, annoyed that there was no possible way he could say no and disappoint them. "Fuck. Fine."

Connie removed herself and laughed to Star, "He must be really mad if he's swearing."

Star shrugged. "He'll get over it."

Their picture later in the day turned out perfectly:

Connie's left arm was wrapped around Diamond and she was mid laughter giving the camera a thumbs up, and Star on the other side snickering at Diamond, while the pink man in the middle looked positively pissed off.

'I don't do matching shirts'  His shirt said.

'But we do :)'  Theirs read.

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