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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 ✦

𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲: chatfic/fluff
𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀: swagdoons
𝘁𝘄: n/a
𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: n/a
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁: redd texting ash while obsessing over his giant crush

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𝐏𝐎𝐕: redd

He didn't really know what had motivated him to text Ash that morning. He'd just woken up, in a good mood as usual, and while he was making his usual pancake breakfast he'd gotten the fine idea to text Ash. So while his half-cooked pancake bubbled on the stovetop, he pulled out his phone and clicked on the familiar name.

> gm ash :]

Ash wasn't online at the moment, so Redd slipped his phone back into his back pocket, not expecting a response until much later. Ash was a late riser, and by "late riser" he meant that the man sometimes decided to wake up at 5 PM. His sleep schedule was in utter ruins, although Ash would never listen to Redd's pleas to go to bed any earlier than 2 AM.

He was back to flipping his pancakes when his phone pings, alerting him to a new message. Mildly surprised, he slides his finished pancake onto a plate, turns off the burner and unlocks his phone. The message is from Ash- Redd almost feels like congratulating him for waking up so early.

> ash: this feels suspiciously friendly of u
> ash: what is ur motive for texting me this

Redd can only chuckle at himself as he reads Ash's classic skeptical response. He never seems to know how to take an ounce of kindness politely, and Redd teases him about it sometimes. It's quite entertaining, after all. So that's what he does:

> whatt
> can a guy not be friendly to his bff
> ash: do not call me your bff
> ash: that is not what we are
> then what are we? bfs?
> ash: stfu omg

Redd chuckles. He's moved himself and his pancakes to his giant dining table, where he now sits laughing at Ash's message. He has to admit that he enjoys talking with him a lot, so he's been trying to interact more lately. Although his shy ass can't be moved to try more than once a day unless absolutely needed.

> u didn't deny it lol
> ash: im denying it now
> aw cmon admit it
> we'd look cute together right ;)
> ash: get urself and ur winky face away from me

Redd has to finish chewing his pancakes quickly before he chokes on them, he's laughing so hard. His message springs to mind an image of them together, various couple scenarios flashing through his head like a movie reel. He has to forcefully stop himself from imagining any more of it so he can concentrate on his food.

> what did i do bro
> ash: exist
> thats rlly mean to say to your bf
> ash: i am not your bf omg
> ash: it is too fuckin early for me to properly deal with u
> you cant deny the truth tho :]

Sometimes Redd feels like he goes a little bit too far with his teasing. But Ash never really complains. Redd remembers he asked Ash about it once and he said he didn't care. Sometimes he'll even play the role:

> ash: what truth? ur hopeless crush on me?
> nahh
> ash: after all youve said i am highly doubting that you mean that
> wait so u will date me??
> ash: i would rather kiss the floor of a public bathroom
> damn

Ash's remark brings something to his mind. Sure, he liked hanging with Ash and all, but recently he'd been feeling like the lines between "as a friend" and "something more" were starting to blur. He tries to remember the last time they hung out in person, a day or two ago:

> u didn't act like that at the last party
> ash: wdym?
> remember the time u leaned on me and fell asleep while we were watching that movie
> ash: i was drunk off my ass and tired as hell
> not enough of an excuse lol
> ash: say that all you want
> ash: ur just jealous i dont like u
> as if

He chuckled, reliving the moment. He'd been distracted watching the movie, then turned to find that Ash had practically passed out on his shoulder. It gave him a fluttery, fluffy feeling to remember that moment- his hair was amazingly soft, if he remembered right- goddammit Redd, what drugs are you on? You never think this way, like ever...

> ash: yeah go on
> ash: keep denying it
> im not DENYING IT >:C
> ash: u are
> am not
> ash: u are :)
> am not

Was he denying it? Redd tried to tell himself that he wasn't, he was thinking perfectly normally and Ash was just his friend. Right? Yet somewhere deep within him was a little longing for something more... He shook away that thought. He could not possibly be crushing on Ash. Why would he like him back anyway?

> ash: if u dont like me then why the hell are u texting me "gm :]"
> ash: like were an old married couple or whatever
> well do u want to marry me?
> im very rich yk, would be a good life decision
> ash: i dont need ur money lol
> ash: plus i dont like u
> ash: plus we arent even fucking dating
> yet
> ash: what the hell do u mean "yet"??
> exactly what u think i mean ;)
> ash: oh hell nah
> ash: im so done with this convo
> too bad you gotta continue it
> party at 6 today remember?
> parrot specifically requested for everyone to come
> ash: god damn it

Redd laughed to himself again, bringing his cleaned pancake plate to his dishwasher. So maybe he did have a little crush, and maybe he didn't quite know what to do about it. But for now he supposed it'd be fine to savor the feeling of the butterflies in his stomach for a little longer.

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𝗮/𝗻: two swagdoons fics in two days? i tell you i am obsessed and i am not joking ☆ bk

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