Nothing is "The usual"

Between the object shows, their contestants, and the hosts alike, the mere concept of something "normal" was foreign. There was no distinct pattern or routine that anyone or anything followed. The hosts usually stuck to that philosophy of ignoring the rules, mostly of physics, and venturing into territory that is considered abnormal. But at what point does it become normal? When you always expect weird things it becomes a routine, a pattern. The only way to stay on that confusing path being to always do something more unexpected, more preposterous.

At this point, Clock and Animatic probably take the cake for "Most deranged shit the viewers have seen" for at least a month. Nothing truly pushed and shook the borders of reality and insanity alike like seeing two of our beloved hosts make out in a wheat field. If Animatic's idea of the perfect "date" consisted of making out in a wheat field, then who was anyone to judge?

For some reason, it kind of made sense. But, fuck. The feeling of Animatic's hand resting on one of the bells on top of Clock's head was to die for. Clock latched a hand behind the other's head to pull him closer. When they pulled away for the first time, they still held onto each other dearly, panting and out of breath. Their warm breaths ghosted over each other's lips, a subtle invite for more. Animatic was the first to lean in again, bringing their lips together in a rush of frantic, needy kisses, each one deeper than the last. When Clock finally pushed his eager tongue into Animatic's mouth, Animatic outright moaned. That alone only made Clock bolder, eager to pull more of those sounds out of the other.

The far cry of objects wailed in the distance, but that didn't matter. It wasn't time for any challenges yet, so they could do whatever they wanted. Like they always did. And right now, all they wanted was to be in the moment and enjoy each other's company in every bizarre way their minds could conjure up.

The sun was so bright, and somehow the wheat glowed golden. A sight so pleasant that Clock realised that maybe this wasn't too bad of a spot for a date. The sun warmed their skin and it almost tingled. In all honesty, they kind of wanted to stay like this forever. Wrapped up in their comfort and bliss, ignorant about the world around them, everything else but each other being pretty much meaningless to them at the moment.

Alas, they pulled away from each other for the last time. Smiling, as they always did. Even as seven o'clock rolled around the corner, they still felt like they had all of the time in the world to love and cherish each other's company. This was alright, everything was okay. Everything felt... normal, for lack of a better word.

This was their usual.