Hoose and Gorse (slightly slow updates sorry ;u;)

The Dinner Date (that went horribly wrong)

"So..." Gorse started awkwardly. He looked down at the white table cloth, fiddling with the fancy silverware laid out on the table. Hoose tried to look at Gorse, but he decided it was too awkward "this is a really fancy place, how did we even afford this?". "We didn't, we have debt now" Gorse erupted in nervous laughter. After another long, awkward silence once Gorse quieted down, the water walked to their table. "What will we be having today?". Gorse looked at the menu, and asked "can i get a bowl of mayo?". The waiter looked at Gorse in confusion, "uh, sir, we don't serve just mayo here". Gorse glanced down a bit disgruntled, before looking back up at the water, "Uh... please..??". The waiter sighed "fine" he knew he would lose his job today. "And you, uh- sir?" he asked Hoose. "Can i get a hot dog?" he asked in a childish manner. "Sir, that's on the children's menu" "DID I STUTTER!?" he stared at the waiter with a look that could kill. "Uh- yeS SIr-" the waiter squawked nervously. Gorse slowly put his head down on the table, "Hoose- be nice." "Well, he said it was on the children's menu, he didn't say that adults couldn't have it" Hoose corrected. "... you still didn't have to yell at him, c'mon are you trying to get us kicked out?" Gorse huffed. Hoose let out a sigh, "alright, fine". The waiter ran off, and just a few moments later, he came back with a bowl of mayonnaise, and a plate with a hot dog on it, loaded with mustard. Gorse's eyes light up upon spotting the mayonnaise. The waiter slides the bowl in front of the taller one, who grabs the fork and knife supplied to him. "Time to dine" Gorse whispers. The waiter then slide Hoose's hot dog to him. Hoose stares at the tremendous amount of mustard and bites his lip. Gorse, on the other hand, is confused why Hoose is blushing at a hotdog. "Are you.. Ok??? Hoose??" he asks worriedly. "Mmm~better than ok~" Hoose replies in a lustful tone. Gorse feels like it's going to be a long night. He chooses to focus on his mayo. He grabs a fork and a knife, and begins to cut the mayo into bite sized pieces. Gorse takes the mayo on the fork and inhales it. Now this was some good food. Mayo made with A grade eggs always tasted better. How did Gorse know the eggs were A grade? He's a certified mayonnaise taste tester. He would know if the eggs got a C-. Hoose was still staring at his food maliciously, he couldn't keep a straight face looking at all that mustard~. The smallest droplet of mustard slid down the side of the bun slowly, driving Hoose over the edge. Hoose moaned quietly, looking at the mustard. He couldn't take it anymore and stuffed the hotdog into his mouth, closing his eyes at how satisfying it was. Gorse tried to ignore Hoose's muffled moans, but he could bare it no longer. "hOOSE GOSH DANG IT- WOULD YOU JUST EAT IT ALREADY-" he barked. Hoose scoffed and actually ate it...disturbingly fast. What we mean by that is he swallowed it whole, like a snake. Creepy. "Thank you, Hoose, for eating that- more or less-" Gorse grumbled, he looked back down at his mayonnaise and tried to take another bite, but the image of Hoose, well, being Hoose, was stuck in his head. He slowly pushed the bowl away, no longer feeling hungry. Awkward silence ensued between the two before Gorse asked "Uh...why were you staring at a hotdog like that? It's a hotdog." Hoose stretched back in his chair, and yawns. "Haha- wouldn't you like to know." "yeS i WouLD-" Gorse honked. It seems because Gorse was stressed and confused he was reverting to his animal instincts, which is to honk and be in constant existential pain. "Nope, not gonna tell ya." Hoose giggled. Gorse could do nothing but honk in distress. "hhhhNNNnNnn-" Oh boy do i want to die right now- Hoose thought as he basically almost admitted to having a mustard fetish. The waiter sheepishly walks back over to Hoose's and Gorse's table. "Could you guys- uh- leave? You're scaring the other customers-" "hhhh, fine" Hoose huffed. "Rude" Gorse muffled under his breath. "Uh- thaNk YoUu-" the waiter mumbled, still traumatized. Hoose and Gorse stood up and quietly made their way out of the door. "Well, this was a- nice date- I guess" Gorse said quietly. "I agree" Hoose kissed him lightly on the cheek. Gorse was surprised by this, but then quickly returned the favor.