Find Me. {SockCat}

Chapter Thirteen: Jonathan's Advice

When Nyancat fell fast asleep, Sock casually wandered the empty streets until he spotted his human counterpart's home. He went straight through the door and was surprised to see Jonathan awake at this late hour- watching a movie.
"Look who's back," he said, grumbling.
"H-Hey Jonathan! What's up?"
"I'm up- and I don't want you to ruin the movie."
"Oh um," Sock replied anxiously, "I um... Just wanted to ask you for a little advice- or- what you humans call 'peptalk'," Sock said, forcing a crooked smile.
"Ugh, on what? How to not annoy a certain person to death?"
Sock chuckled nervously.
"W-Well you see- I kinda wanted advice on how to love someone," Sock blurted out, instantly thinking of his little moment with Nyancat.
Jonathan's eyes widened.
"W-Wait what?! Is it the way I think you mean it or...?"
"Yes Jonathan. It's that..."
Jonathan rubbed his temples.
"Look Sock, I'll help you- but you can't bother me too much okay?" Jonathan said, staring at the green shade in Sock's eyes.
Jonathan walked out of the room for a brief moment.
"Hey Jonathan, what are y-"
Sock instantly shut his mouth when he spotted the mannequin Jonathan set up.
"This," Jonathan pointed, "this is going to be practice for you."
Sock looked flustered.
"The first thing ya do is kiss," informed Jonathan.
"I-I already know how to do that," Sock responded.
"Alright lemme see."
Sock positioned his hands on the face of the mannequin; he kissed the figure as if it were Nyancat.
"Oh- that's gross," Jonathan said, gagging.
Sock thought of many things as he kissed the mannequin.
"Oh- Oh- Sock," Nyancat moaned in between kisses, "you're such a good kisser."
Sock instantly realized what he was doing- so he stepped back and felt a little embarrassed.
Jonathan shot Sock a disgusted look.
"You are one weird demon."
Sock chuckled a little- but slightly enjoyed thinking of Nyancat this way.
"Okay- so uh- you do youknowwhat with your uh- youknowwhat," Jonathan told Sock, instantly regretting everything. Jonathan covered his eyes. As Sock did so...
He thought of Nyancat once more.
"Oh Sock- oh- Sock! I love you!" he would hear her say. Sock stopped what he was doing.
"Oh- Uh... Sorry Jonathan," Sock said, eyeing Jonathan vomiting in a tiny paper bag.
"Remind me to never give you any advice again."
"Agreed."