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“...it’s a funny feeling isn’t it?”
“Huh?”
“You heard me.” Chosen doesn’t let another word out, or worse doesn’t explain what he normally means.
Chosen and Dark, currently seating besides each other in the couch, after all the rest of the stick figures had gone to bed..... neither Chosen or Dark ever liked sleeping.
“It’s a funny feeling. I missed this.” Missed what exactly? Dark couldn’t figure out.... funny feeling...
He does remember one time Chosen told him about this “funny feeling”, the only time he opened up to Dark.... when he was drunk. How could Dark possibly guess that the silent stick figure was such a chatty drunk, Chosen described as something he felt in his chest whenever he was around him, it always made Dark blush a little, not for so long, he soon would repress these stupid feelings.
“Y’know you should be more clear every time you speak” Dark laughs to himself adjusting in the couch, only to Chosen lean more of how he has adjusted himself, dammit
“I am.” He simply says, reaching for the red stick figure’s hand to hold, which Dark doesn’t even hesitate.... like it was something they used to do
Thinking now. It’s being a while since they laid together like this isn’t? With the whole fighting event.... the virabots..... Dark almost dying because an orange stick that doesn’t even know his powers correctly..... both of them were mad at each other they absolutely had no time to do this. Dark can’t help but chuckle to himself
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing” he says with a smile in his face