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Benrey could do this. He could beat this noob, he was clearly way better than them. Obviously. He focused, and sang out sweet voice in the same tune as Gman. that was so epic! no cringe here. Way better than he has expected it to go.
Gman looked visibly pleased, at least as much as he could, and continued on with the song. He sang out happy colours, yellows and pinks associated with excitement and hope. They contrasted with Benrey’s dark blues and reds.
It was surprisingly easy, and before he knew it, it was time for the next track. Unknown to Benrey, this one included beatboxing. Something they did not know how to do. But surely he could learn it right here right now, right?
He studied Gman as he beatboxed, and repeated that to the best of his ability. While it wast good, it was good enough for Gman as he smiled. this is gonna be EASY he thought, and he was right.
It seemed Mr Coolatta was less angry at Benrey and protective of her son, but was just curious of his son’s boyfriend. Benrey felt their anger fade and the colours of his sweet voice matched Mr Coolatta’s more. Tommy’s dad clearly trusted them now.
He was excited for the next song to start playing, he enjoyed singing with Gman. Their voices harmonised hauntingly as Tommy gazed at the pile of glowing candy-flavoured balls.
The song came to an end and Benrey felt an almost robotic-like pat on his shoulder. He looked up at Mr Coolatta’s smile and felt a smile tugging at his own lips. “I… am very proud of you. You did, well. I will accept you.” Benrey let out a single yellow high note in reply, getting a ‘bright yellow means im a happy fellow!’ from Tommy.
Mr Coolatta then disappeared, and teleported(?) the two boyfriends into his son’s room. Tommy was flapping his hands and stopped to hug Benrey, who was spitting out hot pink and yellow. “I knew you could do it!” Tommy said cheerfully as he leaned down and planted a kiss on Benrey’s cheek. They sang out pink to blue right into Tommy’s face who reacted by leaning away and making a grossed out noise.
Benrey was bridal carried by Tommy who then plopped them both down on a beanbag and immediately passed out. Benrey would rather not sleep on a beanbag, but he didn’t want to wake the sleeping angel underneath him, so he took off his guard hat and snuggled in and closed his eyes.
“W- why are we in a creepy house?”
“t’s cool.”
“Yeah, but it’s- it’s far from either of our houses! Why did you walk so far for this?”
“did it for the vine. vibes. haunted house got nice vibes yknow.”
It seemed like Tommy didn’t know how to respond to that, so he just nodded instead. The house was surprisingly warm and it looked like someone lived here, all you’d need to not be cold was just a warm sweater or hoodie which both of them had.
“W- what do we- should we do?”
“uhhhhhh talk ig”
“Hmm.” Tommy looked around and spotted a nice couch, it was a light blue. He sat down and patted the space next to him and proceeded to infodump about beyblades for the next hour, Benrey listening intently.
After the infodumping session had died down, they sat in silence leaned against each other, listening to the rain and thunder. Both of them were scared of thunder but were comforted by each others presence, and Benrey’s sweet voice helped.
“hmmm.”
“Ye- yeah?”
“wanna… ya know…” Benrey made a ‘smooch’ noise. Tommy’s hands flapped slightly, the redness of his cheeks growing. Both of them leaned in and-
“Singing is the act of producing musical sounds with the voice and augments regular speech by the use of sustained tonality, rhythm, and a variety of vocal techniques. A person who-”
“Yes, I love your infodumping but we have to find these fuckers in our house!”
Shit.
“Don’t be rude dear, I’m sure they just need a place to stay!”
“Could’ve picked somewhere else.”
“He-hello!”
“Ah, greetings! I’m Dr Harold P. Coomer! This is my husband, Professor Bubby. Who might you be?” The short old man waved at the two of them. He was wearing a wool sweater with a skeleton pattern on it. The taller old man who wore pumpkin shaped glasses and a dark turtleneck muttered ‘doctor’ with his arms crossed. He was very clearly upset at everything in this situation.
“I’m Tommy! This- this is Benrey!”
“Wonderful to meet you, Tommy and Barney!”
“benrey.”
“Barney!”
“ben - rey.”
“Boper?”
Benrey huffed.
“Okay, now can you two get the fuck out of our house or else I will literally grab you both by your legs out of here. Or burn you.”
“Be fair dear Bubby! In this situation, we must commence a “Rap Battle”!”
“Ah, of course. Perfect idea. If we win, we kick you out. If you win, we’ll still kick you out but nicer.”
“S-sounds fair? Do you guys have speakers or anything so I can set it up?”
“Of course!” Coomer said joyfully, “We have MANY speakers!”
“Being a doctor has it’s perks.”
“Professor Bubby, you retired 6 months ago!”
“Doctor. It was actually 7 months,”
“Professor Bubby, you retired 7 months ago!”
Tommy giggled, Benrey yawned and picked at his nails, not very ready for another “rap” battle. But it was fine, he supposed. These old men wouldn’t be hard to beat. It was basically just for fun anyway.