(OLD-BEING REMADE)Dussic

.•* "Choking on Dust." *•.

.•* "Choking on Dust." *•.

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[No one's POV]

[3 Days after the bet]

Classic sat on the couch of the living room in Dust's place, coughing a bit. He'd offered to help Dust clean the place and here he was, taking a break and trying to not die from air not reach 'lungs'. Not to his surprise, the house had a lot of dust to be taken care of, but not as much as he expected. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked over to see Dust walking down,

"Nightmare and Killer are stopping by quick to grab a few things they left behind yesterday." He explained simply. Classic nodded,

"Alright, sounds good." He said with a rasp.

"Still coughing?"

"You need to clean this place more often." Classic huffed in response.

"Taking that as a 'yes'. Anyways, I'll be in the kitchen cleaning, if you wanna join." Dust rolled his eyes and began to make his way to the Kitchen.

"The kitchen? Nah, when I finally can breathe I'll gonna finish cleaning that dusty-ass room you got." Classic laughed a bit, and so did Dust.

After a bit, Classic stood up to finally get back to work and—

KNOCK

KNOCK

Someone knocked loudly at the door. Classic sighed and walked over, he opened the door to see Nightmare and Killer standing close to one another,

"Hey, Classic." Killer smiled.

"Evenin', Classic." Nightmare waved.

"Hey, guys! Come in." Classic smiled and stood out of their way. They walked in and looked around at the house, it reeked of disinfectant.

"Damn, did the Disinfectant man go through this place or something?" Nightmare asked.

"I wish he did, or any man who can clean better than Dust and I. We've been cleaning all day." Classic sighed and began to cough,

"You okay? That sounded like a nasty cough." Killer asked softly. Classic nodded, clearing his throat and glancing over at the kitchen,

"Yeah, I'm good. Just choking on dust." He rasped. Nightmare flinched and began trying to hold back a laugh, Killer was doing the same. It took a few seconds for Classic to finally process what he had just said,

"NOT THAT GOD DAMN DUST!" Classic hissed, burning up. Nightmare fell down on the floor, beginning to laugh his 'ass' off. Killer just began to wheeze. Dust walked out of the kitchen hearing the noise,

"What the hell happened here..?"

Nightmare looked up at Dust with tears in his eyes, "Classic was just telling us about how he choking on ya!" He surprisingly managed to get out, on the floor still laughing. Dust stopped dead in his tracks for a second before walking over to Classic who just glared at the two visitors, his face still burning,

"Well, he's gonna be choking more after this week~." Dust hummed, wrapping an arm around Classic, which triggered the visitors to laugh even more,

"Nope, you just lost the bet." Classic huffed,

"What? How?"

"Inappropriate behavior in front of guests,"

"You're the one who started the talk." Dust rolled his eyes.

"NO, THEY JUST HAVE DIRTY-ASS MINDS IS ALL." Classic growled, pointing at the two skeletons who were just starting to calm down. Surprisingly not dying from air not reach lungs.

Classic huffed and crossed his arms,

"Hey, chill out...now you're starting to act like a child." Dust smiled,

"I'm not! I'm just-"

"Embarrassed." Dust finishes Classic's sentence and gave him a peck on the forehead, "And you're cute that way."

"Shut up." Classic sighed,

"Alright, only because these two are calming down and we have more work to do around here." Dust chuckled and looked at the two skeletons who were finally catching their breath on the floor. Once they were all good, Dust gave them the hint they came for and ushered them out of the house before anything else happened.
At around 8:30pm Classic waves Dust goodbye as he walked out the door to go home to his boyfriend, Fell.
The two didn't talk after that, well...not until 9:00pm