tugger pov
"put your arm— yeah! just like that," i say encouragingly to quaxo. he wanted to learn the dance, so here we go. "do you want, like, a solo line or something during my song?"
"yeah sure, how about 'the rum tum tugger is a terrible bore,'" he says begrudgingly.
"am i really that boring?" i ask, turning to him.
quaxo also turns to face me, playfully defiant. he smirks. "yes." he challenges.
before i can reply, he puts his hand on my shoulder and steps closer. quaxo stands on his toes and whispers, "prove me wrong."
he pulls back, still smirking, but it's my turn to smile. i grab his waist and tug gently, pulling him back in once more. he wraps his arms around my neck and i lean in to his ear. "no."
then, i let go of him completely, causing quaxo to fall. i laugh at him for a moment, before reaching down to help him up.
hi this short series is a joke (so are all the other chapters lol)
my aesthetic is tugger dropping people. i'm not sure why, but it is. and to think, misto really thought he was about to get some. ☕️
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Fanfictionit's in the title (ew i hate myself for writing that i am so sorry) but yea i'm s t a r v e d for tuggoffelees content so i'm writing my own (or attempting to) god this is gonna be so bad (ps cover art is by @/crimsonfireboltart on tumblr) *i take...
