Requested by: me
this is shitposting cuz ppl seem to see my stories the day I post stuff, tho I have writer's block so at this point just click off cuz this shits HORRIBLE (and short).
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At night, it was boring. After dinner was downtime, where they both didn't really have to work. But they stayed close to each other, or as close as his dad allowed.
"Consul, sir." Financier said as soon as they heard Custard close his bedroom door. "Will we truly ever get close, or are we really doing this just to defy him?"
"What do you mean?" Clotted Cream slouched.
Financier sighed and sat down next to him. "So far all we've done is giggled at holding hands before parting ways. I was told that this would be like a secret relationship, not a kindergarten crush."
Clotted Cream stammered. "Well... I just- It-It's hard to progress further, really. I'm not used to these types of shenanigans, you've gotta understand that."
"When I said I loved you, did you not really understand the depth in which I meant? Love isn't just something you say, it's something you feel! A craving for someone, both platonically and/or intimately." She explained, placing a hand on his thigh. "And I want both sides from you."
Clotted Cream looked visibly concerned by her words, and he looked away as to not hurt her with eye contact. "I don't... I'm not ready for that. Platonically, sure, but intimately..." He shivered. "No thanks. I'm not into that."
"What do you mean?" She shouted, taken aback by his response. "How can you not be interested in intercourse or anything of the sort? Even the holiest of paladins are."
"I... I just don't! I don't know what you expect of me but I'm not gonna force myself to fuck you just because I want something platonic!"
Financier took a deep breath to calm herself down. "We started this to be OUR escape, to be able to mingle while he's asleep, and now you're telling me it's just for cuddles and a handshake!?"
Clotted Cream sighed. "Well, yes. And if you don't like it, leave."
Financier looked furious. "So now you're just kicking me out?! Ugh. This is why I don't spend time with capitalist assholes." She stormed out of the house, leaving Clotted Cream alone to his thoughts. But he was happy about that.
