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“I jus’ don’ see why I gotta stay here.”
Cherri Cola shot a glance at the Kobra Kid, but he didn’t even look at his other boyfriend before replying.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Kobra lifted a hand with three long fingers extended.
Fun Ghoul squinted at him for a moment, “one?”
“You’re staying.”
With a huff, Ghoul flopped back against the pillows. Cherri sat on the mattress next to him and pet his hair back gently.
“We’ll be back as soon as we can.”
“If you hadn’t tried to test my helmet by running headfirst at the wall-”
“Yeah, yeah, wha’ever,” Ghoul squirmed away from Cherri’s gentle fingers, pouting. “They’re my grenades. Cher’, y’don’ even like blowin’ shit up.”
“But we don’t do solo runs, you know that. Hold the fort, see if Pony’ll keep you company, why don’t you?”
“I’d rather have y’two.”
A hum slipped past Kobra’s lips as he connected the last wire. “Good t’ go. Let’s hit the red line, Cola.”
Cherri stood, leaving Ghoul to sulk on the mattress. He met Kobra at the bedroom door and was about to exit the room when a pitiful groan sounded from the bed.
“Y’aren’ even gonna give me a kiss goodbye?”
Kobra leaned down to kiss Cherri’s nose and then turned back to the bed. He took three long steps across the room and bent over Ghoul, sprawled on the mattress. Ghoul reached up for Kobra’s collar at the same moment Kobra cupped his jaw in one hand. The kiss was light but lingering and when Kobra finally pulled back, Ghoul’s frown had vanished.
“See you soon,” Kobra pressed another gentle kiss to Ghoul’s forehead.
“See y’ soon.”