Fluff 'n' Stuff

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Twiggy: Pog!!

Pogo: ....

Twiggy: POG. *He sits by his side then nuzzles his face against Pogo's shoulder*

Pogo: Sigh.

Twiggy: talk to meeeeeee

Pogo: Sigh.

Twiggy: *constantly pokes his side & aLso repeats his name*

Pogo: *He takes a sip of tea. He is annoyed but he does not show that because he's fucking nice that way.* *He feels that Twiggy is screaming out loud, "NOTICE ME NOTICE ME NOTICE ME."

Twiggy: PoogLes!!! *He puts his stuffed bear to Pogo's face. He & his friend Anna named the tiny polar bear "Belle White."* Lookie Lookie Lookie hehehe!

Belle: *in Twiggy's little mind, Belle pokes Pogo's nose by herself. In reality Twiggy is only putting Belle's nose against Pogo's.*

Twiggy: Boop!

Pogo: *He chuckles finally. He found that rather amusing & he is now starting to take a small liking to him.* Alright, whatcha want kid?

Twiggy: Ice cream, candy, chocolate, a duckling, maybe some cake, oooooohhhhh I WANT CAKE!! Oh maybe I can also ge-

Pogo: Obviously I can't get you a duckling, & darling don't you think that your wittle tummy is going to explode from all those num nums? Huh, my sweet little thing? *Starts to playfully rub his stomach*

Twiggy: *Giggles childishly* nuh uh! Twibby want num nums!!! Hehehe

Pogo: Ask Manson. I don't feed you & I sure as Hell will not be blamed for a sugar rush.

Twiggy: *Pouts. He makes a little noise that an upset puppy would make.*

Pogo: Sigh.

Twiggy: Candy?

Pogo: SIGH. *Clearly, he is getting annoyed again.*

Twiggy: D:

Pogo: *He recalls that Manson keeps paint in the drawer next to the couch & finds this helpful.* Wanna paint something for me?

Twiggy: yah yah! *perks up, he's excited for this* *a big grin spreads on his little face*

Pogo: *Opens the drawer then retrieves some navy blue colored paint. He gets a piece of paper as well & then sets it down on the coffee table.* Don't paint on the couch, understood?

Twiggy: uh-huh *sets Belle down onto his lap. He fears that he will get paint on Belle & that is a BIIIIIIG nono*

Twibby: *happily plops down on the floor to paint. He has her back turned to Pogo.*

Pogo: *Takes his word for it. Pogo thinks he's responsible enough for no supervision whatsoever* *Just to make sure, he looks over to Twiggy for a quick glance*

Twiggy: *silently painting, or so it appears to be that way.*

Pogo: *Grins* *Mumbles* thank fuck. *puts his feet up on the couch then continues to slowly sip his drink. He's proud he got rid of the child.*

What even is this?

LoL, thank you for reading!! Xo

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