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(THE SLEEVES ARE DIFFERENT SIZES RAAAAAAH-)
(anyways on a lighter note, take some nickelball, baseickel, idk what's it's called, fuckin- BICKLE)
(anyways there's GAY and if you don't like it.. Then why are you here-)
TW: none :)
-- -- --
I still miss you.
I just.. Wanted to kiss you, one last time.
Please..
Don't go..
I just wanted to hear your words of defiance.. One.. Last.. Time..
--
Baseball wandered the halls of the Hotel, he'd been distancing himself. Afterall, he deserved it.. Right? He failed to convince Suitcase that voting against Nickel was a bad idea. (I ALMOST TYPED NICKLE THREE TIMES-- "I am offended!")
Eventually, wandering around, he found himself in the same place. Watching the three corpses. Their eyes were still hollowed out as the thick twine kept them from moving. Blood even still dripped from Nickel's mouth.
"Hey- Are you okay?"
He whipped around, not expecting to see the familiar red and yellow figure.
"Oh- o-oh uh- yeah.. Yeah..! I-I'm fine.."
"..Do you want to.. Talk about it?"
"..Okay..."
--
Bright green leaves gave way to the spotted sunlight, warmth hitting his skin. He couldn't help but smile as he subconsciously listened. It was.. Nice. Being here.. Just- enjoying the summer sun, with his.. Uh- friend. Yeah.. Friend.. (not me avoiding the sun)
He turned his head to the shorter man. Finally tuning in.
"Yeah-- so- that's who I like.." Nickel admitted, his face red. Baseball tilted his head.
"Oh? I-I'm sorry.. I didn't.. I wasn't listening--"
"NO NOPE. IT'S FINE." Nickel practically looked like Balloon with how red he was.
"..Mind if I.. Go..?"
"Oh- uh sure..!"
--
(yum yum yum yum)
The warmth of the sweet summer sun fell on his face, illuminating the bright forest. Listening to the shorter man ramble on about his summer crush.
"So- he's tall, taller than me--"
"A lot of people are taller than you, Nickel."
"SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT. He's burly, and he has a sweet voice."
"I don't know.. Knife?" Baseball jokingly guessed.
"I- NO! You know what? You go."
"Alright.. He's short.. Stubborn, and he has a big mouth.." Baseball describes, thinking of Nickel, which just brings a blush to his face.
"..Balloon?"
"WH-- NO! NICKEL! IT'S YOU!"
"..I was talking about you as well.." (and then they made out /j)
Baseball and Nickel both looked away, their faces red.
Baseball just.. Couldn't help but move his (prosthetic) hand closer to Nickel's.
