TimeWarp | PART 1 | BFB AU / RP

[3] Comforting Memories

So it was late late, cake has made some cookies with coiny a few hours ago which was why coiny fucked off, but yeah. It was really late now, like 2-3am. Everyone had buggered off to sleep, well, except loser. He had been waiting fir loser to go to

 bed first but he was staying up. He felt all flustered to be in a room with loser alone. Maybe they could talk? Maybe they could bond? It was nice in genrel just having loser around without everyone else moping around him and not giving him personal space. Loser was sitting by the couch, watching the TV. He had been staying up really late lately, mostly thinking about things. He just smiled, humming to himself as the TV flashed images. He didn't notice Cake's expression.

Cake blushed softly, for no reason just the fact that loser was there.. he hadnt talked to him yet, he was too nervous.. he averted his eyes so it didnt seem like he was staring.. maybe hed go get a drink, and ask loser if he wanted one? He blushed again, standing up.. "h-hey, uh, loser.?" Loser looked over to Cake, "Hm? Yeah Cake?" He leaned against the couch, and wore pajamas and had been comfortable. He hadn't noticed at the blushing, even with the lighting of the television. Cake blushed some more "o-oh, i was just wondering if you wanted anything? L-like a drink or something.. I'm gonna get one myself .. s-so, " cake wasnt wearing much,just just a shirt, his skirt some thigh socks like usual basically. He fiddled with his hands behind his back nervously. "Hmm, yeah. It'd be nice to have a drink.." Loser responded, giving a small smile to him. He was happy to spend time with Cake, and he always felt really close to him.

Cake nodded, before scurrying off. He made himself a milkshake, and made Loser one too, blushing still. He had tried to make it the best he could if you can even do that with a milkshake, and evantually walked back in, handing him the glass "t-there you go-!" He blushed softly. Loser grabbed the glass and thanked him. After thanking him, he took a sip of the milkshake. "This tastes amazing, Cake!" He complimented him, appreciating the drink. He blushed hard, looking down embarrassedly at the compliment. "A-ah- thank you!" amazing things for amazing people.. he sat on the sofa with him, pulling his legs up and holding his milkshake, taking a small sip. As he drank, he decided to use his other arm to wrap it around Cake. He didn't realize if he was making Cake embarassed or anything like that, and continued to taste his drink.

cake bit his lip as he did, blushing a looot. He was really happy.. and excited.. with loser he always was.. he leaned into losers arm, shuffling into him sorta and blushing. He realized this, but didn't think much of it. Maybe Cake was getting tired, and wanted to sleep on him. He tiredly yawned, because yknow its pretty damn late. He had a slight hint of blush on his face. Cake stayed there in losers arm, just leaning against him a blushing a ton. He heard Loser yawn, he was tired. Cake was kinda tired, but for some reason he wasn't at the same time. He looked up at losers face gently, gazing at him. Loser continued to stare at the TV, sometimes glancing at Cake to see how he was doing. Cake had always looked so cute to him, but he didn't know if he liked him or someone else. 

Was he gay?

he leaned into loser a bit more, his head on his chest. He could hear losers heart beats and soft breathing... he just cuddled up close to him. Loser was the mostest bestest person in the world, and Cake loved him. Of course, loads of people probably liked loser like that.. and for loser to like cake back? Was loser even in to guys? Maybe? .. Loser continued to wrap his arms against Cake, hugging him. He enjoyed his presence, gently petting his hair. He wondered if Cake saw him as more than just a popular guy, maybe as a person.. 

he blushed as he pet him, smiling nervously. He cuddled up close, staring at the tv as he let his mind wonder. What went on in losers head? What did loser think of everyone? Of cake? Of their team? He shuffled a bit, just not being able to keep still. Maybe he was excited, or flustered. He wondered if Loser felt close to cake, well, he must've, right? He had never seen loser hugging coiny or clock or something like this.. did that mean something? Loser smiled, his face covered in a light blush as he continued to watch the TV.