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It all started with a Minecraft storm combined with insomnia and phantoms attacking him after.

Bosip felt cold yet was warm to the touch, a slight too warm. He trembles as Bob wanted to take him to any bed nearby just to rest for even a little. "I- I'll be fine.. I just need to build some houses and I'll go sleep." He smiles. Bob frowns. "Well! You're not fine right now! You need sleep for your sickness and the annoying giant bats outside." He stomps with a pouty face. A phantom bonks against the glass window. "You know what? I'll ask Amor to get us the heck out of here just so you could get better!" Bosip's face heated up, but was it the heat from the fever or him blushing so hard? He couldn't tell.

"You don't need to be so close, Bob.. you could get sick too, you know?" Bosip chuckles as Bob sat next to the spot where he was. "This block guy will help you get better!" He pridefully pointed his blocky hands to himself. "Plus, you can get Bofo's famous chicken noodle soup if we go!"

Bosip watched the raindrops go down outside. Thunder rumbles and he just wanted to go outside to feel the water dropping down on him. Bob had gotten contact with Amor and the game was saved before they got sent back home.

Bob went to see how Bofo the robot, not to be confused with Bobot, a man usually wearing a helmet. "So, are you planning to cook anything... Like soup?" The robot in the kitchen looked up from what he was cooking today. "Let me guess, someone got sick today?" Bob blinked with a blank face. "How did you know?" Bofo pointed over to two sick people on the couch. Bobal looked like a sick mess of a blanket burrito , grumpy with the fever and Bowaev who was peacefully resting under a blanket. "They got sick after a sandbox game. I'm making them soup to make it better." He answers and goes back to stirring the delicious soup he was making.

"I feel like I'm dying" Bobal whined. Bosip was currently just trying to get to his bed in his room. He stumbles on his feet and the room felt as if it was spinning, he felt like he was at the bottom of the sea, dragging his heavy legs across it. Bob helped him by grabbing onto his arm and guiding him to his room.

The blond man flumphed onto the bed, blanket under him as he didn't have the strength to do anything but rest. Bob snickers and tugs the blanket from under him and laying it on him so that the arms were free to the open air. "I'll get you some soup when it's done." He walks out and almost closes the door for him. "..mmh.. okay Bobo.." Bosip mumbles under his breath. He let sleep take him.

His room in his vivid dream slowly filled with water, covering the stuff on the ground, then low furniture then the bed and soon the entire room. He curls up in his sleep. The walls, ceiling and the floor moved and sank down to the deep. 

He cracks his eyes open and sees his breath that was now bubbles. The furniture sank down as he looked. The bed he was on was not in danger of sinking as it was eerily bobbing side to side. Bosip uncovered the heavy blanket off him and was surprised to see just normal legs instead of a shark tail like he used to. It sounded like he was using a divers mask but as he felt his face he didn't have one. Or even a mouth.

He freaked out, yet the disturbance of the teal water around him made something make an echoey wring of metal. He slowed down his wriggling and tried to swim away. Clicks, more echoes, whale sounds and histling noises could be heard all around Bosip. The sounds were too much to handle for his ears. He covers them to silence them out.

It did, now there was eerie silence even if he took his hands away. He swam and scooped the surrounding water back as he tried to swim anywhere but where he heard the sound from. Something called his name. A shadow in the water swam by real quick. Another call of the name. Slimy scales wrap around his torso. He was shaken up. More scales go up his neck and tug him in. 

"Bosi-!" The blond man bites  down Bob on the hand as he had awoke. He froze and screeched silently in pain as the spoon was dropped. Bosip on the other hand immediately lets go of the hand and can't believe what he had done. The bitemark was bleeding as he had gone through skin. "Hhh.. maybe waking you up was bad.." Bob held that bitten hand as he winced saying that.

"I-I'm sorry,, i- won't do it a-again." Bosip panickedly apologized to him, wanting to fix up the bite wound. "It's fine..!" The blue haired crush of his squeaked. "Stay here, I'll go wash this with water!" He dashed away and left the other to get the medkit. Bosip taps his foot on the bedframe bandages in hand as he heard the sink nearby being used. Bob walked in with a twitching smile. He wraps the bitemark of his and tied a knot on it with clammy hands. "I'm really sorry about this.." Bosip looked like he was about to cry.

Bob pet the yellow hair of his with an unbitten hand. "It's alright! Maybe you were just hungry?" He looked at the bowl next to them. "I got you soup!" He picked up that spoon and put it in the bowl. "Thanks, I'll eat it soon Bob.." he trembles as he reached for that bowl and picked it up with both hands as he slurps up the contents on top.

Bob snickers at this. "You never need a spoon, do ya?" Bosip blushes in embarrassment, hiding his cheeks behind the bowl. "I'll keep being here and talking about stories that I had! To keep you company!" The blue boy pats the shoulder. "Won't you get sick? It could be contagious." Bosip awkwardly looked away. "Nonsense! I'm never sick!" He laughs. Did.. he blush too? Or was he seeing things?

Bosip relaxed and kept eating the noodle soup as his crush was sitting next to him talking on and on.. it felt nice.

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He can't say it. He can't say 'i love you' to him.

Bosip sat, hugging his knees on the bed. His nails prick the legs. Oh amor he loved Bob so much but he.. he just can't! What if he hates him for that? What if it becomes too awkward for both of them that they won't be friends. He choked on his breath he overthought too much.

He coughed even more, gasping for breath. Maybe all this stress was making Bosip sick. He sighs, letting a few tears roll down his cheek and lied down. Maybe one day he'll tell Bob how he feels.

Morning light woke bosip up. He was usually an early bird but he barely had any power to get up and make breakfast for himself. So he lied his head on the memory foam pillow. It had bitemarks; He really needed to stop biting the pillow when angry or too sad. He blinked a bit till he rested again.

Bosip woke up as a door slammed. "Get up! We're going to Friday night funkin!" Bob was excited as always, the blond yelps in response.

"You really didn't need to scare me awake, Bob." He yawns. He got up and lumbered over to the bathroom sink. Bosip's hair that usually stuck up was everywhere. So messy. He brushed his shark teeth and fixed that hair up in a triangle shape. "Get going, shark boy!" Bob teases him. He feels a tickle in his lungs as he giggled at what Bob had said. "Wouldn't that make you Lava boy?" Bosip quipped. Bob burst with laughter "No! Ahehehehe!, I would be a magma cube!" He bounced up and down. "Aww.." bosip blushes at how cute that looked. He flinched as a coughing fit struck him. 

"Are you okay??" Bob held onto him to make sure he was fine. "Nah, I think I choked on my spit, no big deal.." Bosip wheezes. A single blue petal was left on his hand. Did he eat a flower?

They stepped on the lined rectangle on the floor marked with tape. "We're ready!" They both said. Energy flowed through them. Bosip at the last second brushed his hand against bob's before their bodies phased into pixels and flowed up.

They appeared in the same park as last time.

"I haven't looked around last time we were here! I wanna see EVERYTHING!" Bob was estatic. Bosip lurched down to cough real bad. "Bosip!!" He coughed up something and gave Bob a thumbs up to say he was okay. He looked at what he hacked up in his hand.

It was a little blue flower. He couldn't look away from it in shock.

"If you were sick you could've stayed home! Shit, Bosip.." The blue boy was angrily worried about his friend's health. Bosip crumpled up that flower so that Bob Wouldn't see it. He can't tell him yet. 

Bosip got up and walked following the road. Bob was holding onto his arm. His throat tickled and he had a strong urge to cough, but he gulped it down. "Whoa! What the hell happened there?!" The blue guy pointed towards a charred building in ruin. "Must've been a fire.." Bosip answers him with a weak raspy voice. 

"Let's get you some tea at a cafe. That helps, right?" He led him to somewhere. Bob was going to tell Amor to pick them up from the game. 

They ran inside a nice looking cafe, but looks didn't matter. Bob fiddles with his money that he should have in a pocket. It was handy that their money changed to the game's type of money whenever they entered that game. "Gimme a freaking coffee! Oh-" he looked at the other options on the menu "And that orange juice and cheesecake, ooh!" 

What was the cheesecake for? Bosip mustered up a cough that escalated into a full on coughing fit. He coughs up one big flower. On a closer look it.. looked blue and had a second smaller flower inside it. Bob tugged him over to a seat. He pat the back to help him cough up what he thought was phlegm. 

At the table, Bob set a mug of black tea with a little bit of sugar in front of his sick friend. "Drink." He ordered. Bosip kept looking down at it. He wheezes, as if his breath was blocked. "Come on.. please.. I'm worried about you!" Bosip gulps and downs that drink down his throat. His chest was in pain.

He feels a hand cup his left cheek, thumb brushing away pained tears. "Good.. now, do you want cake?" Bob looked into those blue eyes. Bosip looked into his ocean like eyes back. He nods. "Looks like you got it very rough today.." bob's voice wobbled.. as if he was about to cry. He fed the other with a spoonful of cheesecake.

Bosip couldn't help but be red faced. Why was this.. so intimate? He tasted the dessert in his mouth. So sweet.. like Bob.. he tried to gulp, yet it stuck in his throat. 

Bosip coughed up hard, hacking up what felt like a lot. Flowers dropped from his mouth. He hears bob gasp as he had blood dripping from his mouth and nose.

Bob couldn't believe it. He had that disease? "Is this Hanahaki?!" He cried out to him. "..wh-" the other tilted his head weakly. Bosip's breath rasped as he tried to breathe in the best he could. Bob was tearful, and opened his cat-like mouth to whisper something to his friend. "Who are you in love with..? Please tell me!" The other flinches

"No.." bosip declines in fear. "It won't go away if you don't confess to whoever you love so much.." Bob was definitely holding hands with him, which led the blond to cough up a few small flowers. "I'll help you out with talking to him or her!"

"Fine.." Bosip gulped and inhaled deep. His face was completely red and he furrowed his brows.

"It's you, Bob. I'm so hopelessly in love with you." Bosip weeped. "Now you're going to hate me after that.." he felt like he was coughing up a whole bouquet. 

Periwinkles.. flowers inside star shaped ones..

They were beautiful but they hurt.. 

The disease is over and his lungs are freed. Fresh air.. he felt warm hands wrap around him.

"I'm glad you'll be okay!" Bob cried happy tears for Bosip. He no longer was hugging but he held those hands. A blue blush all over his cheeks. Bosip was seeing hearts around Bob. He cried harder and trembles.

"I love you.. I love you so much I could die.." 

They touched eachother by their foreheads.. Bosip combing his hand through the blue fuzzy hair of Bob's. He cupped the cheek.

Bob rubs the other's back. A small kiss on the lips started by Bosip.. on the lips. He squeaks in suprise And happiness "Mmh~" he brought him closer to him to kiss this lovely blond boy. 

Bosip wondered if he had gone to heaven. No, bob was his heaven to him. Like a an angel flew down just for him.

"Bosip, I think you're a good kisser~" Bob cooed, love in his eyes. 

Bosip laughed as he picked up Bob and kisses his cheek.

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"Does anyone have any bonemeal?" Bofo asked the people in their cubed living room. "Boweav wants to get more flowers and we're running out of crops." He was silenced as Bobal walked in holding a tamed wolf. They stared at eachother before the beastly boy stepped away. 

"Guess not." Bofo blanked. He was often getting new dogs for himself, much to others making fun of him. The piston door opened, someone stepping inside. Who could it be? 

Bobot stored stuff in storage and went to the living room. "Has anyone noticed the clouds looking out of place?" He pointed back. "No, I've been testing out new crops and the kitchen all day." Bofo answered.

Bosip was trying to gather sand to for Boder, so that he could make a sandcastle for Bowaev. He wiped his forehead and struck his shovel into the sand. They haven't found a desert yet to get all the sand so the beach will do. Shame, he thought it was nice looking to him. 

He heard a few sifts of footsteps and turned around to see what it was. "What are you doing out here? Looking for treasure?" Bob waves at him. "To be frank, I'm here to get sand. Too bad the beach is going to be ruined." Bosip sighs as he looks at the ocean biome ahead.

Bob had gone and found turtle eggs and set down a crafting table and crafted a bunch of sticks. Sticks made fences, fence around the area where the eggs were. He wanted to make sure the future baby turtles won't be killed by zombies.

"I saved some baby turtles!" He felt so proud doing that. Bosip chuckles "That's great of you, Helping out animals to live." He ruffled the blue fuzzy hair. Bob squeaks in joy!

They could see rain falling just about then. They don't get wet when it rains in Minecraft. "Oh gosh dang it! Now mobs are gonna spawn!" Bob crosses his arms and taps his foot in the audacity to the weather being like this. "I don't think that's how it works." 

Looks like the wind was picking up and the not blocky clouds shifted shapes..

"Remind me how this weather mod works?" Bosip queries. Bob breathes in to ramble. "So it makes weather more like real life! That's why the clouds are wierd! You can see wind rustle the leaves too. But most importantly, there's natural disasters like tornadoes!!" Bosip looked up at the sky worriedly. 

In the distance a few couple of blocks away clouds swirled, touching down to the water. It formed a small waterspout "Is that the tornado you talked about?!" He pointed at it, wind strong and threatening to possibly pick up blocks.. or worse, people. "Hell yeah! I wanna watch the tornado!" Bob recklessly got closer to the edge of the beach to watch. "You know, I always wanted to see a real tornado!" The waterspout spun closer and closer.

A pulling wind was picking up water blocks and sand. Now Bob was a bit worried but he stayed, if not stepping a few steps away. He squeaks in fear. Strong wind pulled the blue boy up into the tornado! "AAAAAHHH! HELP ME!" He screamed.

"Bob!!" Bosip ran towards to try to help the poor man getting spun around by the storm. Bob in fear had gone to his cube form. The tornado was threatening to throw him in the ocean. Soon enough even Bosip was pulled into the tornado.

He was spun around, hopelessly trying to reach Bob. Instead he had been hit with water, making his legs turn into a shark tail. It wasn't much use since he couldn't really swim inside a tornado, could he? 

Bosip tried to inch forward to catch Bob. The poor guy was screaming in terror. His tail instinctively wiggled side to side trying to swim. His clawed fingers just manage to catch the yellow cube. It squeaks in suprise. "Gotcha.." 

"Do you hear something?" Bowaev asked Bofo. "..Yes I do hear some wind.. stay here, I'll go check outside." Bofo strutted towards the exit of the greenhouse. He opened the door outside and.. 

Saw a tornado go near their connected house. He swears he saw something in there getting spun around. "Bowaev! Go tell everyone to run to the basement!" He ordered in a panic inside the greenhouse. He yet again walked out. Bofo was hit with something heavy that made him fall back. He sat up looking at what hit him. "Bosip?"

The robot was concerned with what happened. He immediately picked up his shark friend. He noticed Bosip hugging a scared cube.. "What happened to you two?" He carries them inside and towards their basement. Bob opened his blue eyes and frowns.. "I was stupid and got near a tornado. Bosip and i were sucked into it and spun around!" His friend pet him on the top.. Bofo set them down on a seat.

"Now." Bofo said. "Is everyone here alright? Is anyone missing?" He scanned the room. 

Bobal was in a corner, looking up in a flinch. Boder held a thumbs up. Bobot nodded while leaning against a wall. Bowaev waved. "Good." Bofo was relieved that everyone was alright. Bosip chewed on a few cooked steaks to heal up. Bob jumped up and poofed back into a human form. "Hey, Bobal? What do you have there?" He asked with a smug face. 

"None of your business! Leave me the hell alone!" Bobal yelled back at him. Snarling at them. He pet a dog he was hiding from everyone. "You do know we can hear it bark, right?" Bobot wasn't buying his shenanigans. "A doggie!!" Bowaev ran up to them. The owner of the dog defensively hugged it. "Fuck off! It's mine!" He yells at the boy. 

"Can I pet it, Pleeeease?" Bowaev uses a sad puppy face.. it was very effective against Bobal. "Okay, fine.." he let him pet the dog.

"We'll fix up any damage to the house after the tornado goes away." Bosip felt bad about the house being broken.. Bob had a bright idea. "I forgot to say, but you can craft new blocks like a weather detector, a tornado siren and a tornado deflector! I'll text amor for those crafting recipies." 

The next day a tornado siren was put into the house. The deflector was a bit expensive to make at the moment. If any storms happen, they'll know when to hide.

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There is no amor there is only Ollie
Go away

All of them

• Can turn into their geometry dash icon forms at will.
• All of them enjoy playing games together
• The ground based ones do parkour
• Fade into pixels whenever they get sent into a game and out
• Each of them have a preferred game genre
• Bowaev and Bofo can fly
• They act as shimejis when on screen

Bob

• Can squeak
• Too brave to care if he gets hurt
• Along with the mouth, his tongue is also blue 
• He can do cartwheels easily
• Apparently does brush his hair but nobody believes him
• He denies him being attracted to boys
• He could be bi/pan if the internal homophobia wasn't there.
• Has scars, mostly from in-game enemies
• Likes being held
• Cannot keep a secret
• Gamer
• Is insecure about himself
• Can fire lazers out if his mouth
• Blushes blue
• Becomes cube when scared

Bosip

• Likes being warm
• Becomes a shark merman when submerged in water.
• Has blue stripes hidden on his body.
• He pines after Bob so much he cries to sleep.
• He enjoys eating marinated meat.
• Blushes a lot
• Loves to cuddle
• Likes fish sushi but that's the only seafood he likes
• Hasn't told his past to anyone
• Has a brother
• Kinda jealous if anyone is flirting with Bob
• Sharp teeth
• Slitted pupils
• A twink with pecs

Bofo

• Acts like a parent to the group
• Likes to cook
• Very strong
• Can freeze if he is very confused.
• He has heating pads if anyone wants to hug him.
• May have a defence mode in his code
• Likes stargazing
• Can fly and hover in the air
• Has a glass dome under the hair
• The sane man in the house
• Retractable sharp teeth

Bobal

• F e r a l
• Can purr but he is embarrassed about it
• Snaps at people easily
• Can curl up into a ball like Sonic
• He can grow his hair (is this canon tho?) Possibly over his body.
• Has a soft spot for fluffy animals
• Doesn't like himself.
• Would be a tsundere
• Hates being touched
• People think he may be a werewolf
• Chews on stuff
• A stick
• Hair changes based on emotion
• Only lets Bobot and Bofo pet him

Bobot

• Listens to boybands
• Has a ton of scars
• Touchstarved
• Doesn't talk much
• May like doom and halo
• Has freckles on his face
• Doesn't like showing his face
• May have a crush on Bobal
• Has a jetpack
• Is buff
• Wears armor for protection

Bowaev

• Has rocket boots
• Likes flowers
• So much energy so little to do
• Can get bored way too easy
• Likes to fly with Bofo
• Enjoys spending time with Boder
• Likes to do art
• Also purrs
• Knows about Bosip loving Bob
• He's not dumb, just distracted
• Apparently people confuse him for being Bob and Bosip's child

Boder

• Uses sign language or sometimes the gem
• Can't climb walls unless in spider mode
• Can purr
• He protects Bowaev aggressively
• Usually plays a Spellcaster in games
• Multitasks easily
• Uses fidgets
• Likes soft things
• Knits

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The sun was setting. Everyone was tired from the big game session they had for most of the day. Bob threw himself onto the couch, nuzzling the soft fabric on it. Bosip sat next to him, taking a breather and then looking at how Bob was already off to Dreamland.

He pet the blue soft hair.. and gasped as he heard the gentle rumble of a purr from the blue boy. Bosip smiles, rubbing a calloused thumb on Bob's soft hand. He yawns, getting tired already from just petting the soft blue mouthed lad. He lied down, wrapping Bob in a big cuddle and slowly dozing off. A deep purr sounded in his throat. 

Bobal was exhausted, practically crawling on the floor. He had just made it over to the soft and cosy carpet. He secretly nuzzled his face onto it, trying to get that warmth. He circles around the spot and lied down curled up like a dog. He purrs without knowing.

Bowaev was still full of energy, he ran around and flew using his rocket boots. Boder was there to catch him if he fell. "Boder! Catch!" Bowaev noted to him, the spider person opening up two pairs of arms and snatched up the rocket boy.

Bowaev laughed, earning a headpat from the taller. Bowaev purrs like a little kitten. He rested his head on Boder's scarf. The cobalt blue haired one gently squeezed his favourite person, wheezily purring quietly. 

Bofo was one of the last to come to the living room. He saw them sleeping peacefully and smiled, happy that they're getting their needed rest. He found some blankets and gave each ones to the pairs and one Bobal. Bofo sighed happily, listening to their purrs. 

He plays a recording of a cat purring as he sat on his charging station. His eyes close as the warmth of friendship gave him peace.

At last, Bobot ambled to the living room, helmet in his hold as he was exhausted from going back into the game to grind materials for them. He spots a free blanket, possibly left there by Bofo and wraps it around himself. He slumps on the sofa and used the blanket to burrito himself up. His eyes were tightly shut, the hypnosis of purrs making him feel very sleepy.

Bobot mimicks the sound of a purr raspily, before the dream took over and silenced him.

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It had been hours since the two of them had been home. Boder brought a sleeping Bobal from the zombie apocalypse game the gang had played. He set the furred man down on the couch. Bobal had fainted after fighting off so many of the zombies, exhausted. 

Boder saw him shiver from the cold, so he pulled his leather coat and blue wool scarf off to warm his friend up. He carefully wraps his scarf around Bobal, slightly ruffling that frayed hair of his.

He sighed silently, smiling that he was okay. The brunet grumbled and turned around to face him, somewhat at rest. Bobal kneads on Boder's chest, feeling the nice clothes and scarf. He rests his head on it.

Boder wheezes, as if he was laughing without a sound. He stayed with him, watching how Bobal calmly breathed in and out. He puts his thumb on the cheek and stroked it. 

Nice peach fuzz. Bobal melted from the affection, wagging his tail. It had woken the normally grumpy young adult. He huffs and yawned, stretching himself. 

[Did you have a good rest?] Boder projected from his gem. He smiled at the cute animal like person. "I guess.. damn those zombies. I can't believe we got our ass kicked by them!"

Bobal continued to rant to him, going off on anything that annoyed him and got close to harming him. That's when a pang of hunger had struck him. "Well shit, I need food, I'm starving." He exclaimed.

Bofo was elsewhere so Bobal had to cook on his own, barely an issue however, since the robot had taught him to cook basic foods. Like an egg for example. "Hey uh, what spices are good on eggs?" He asks Boder. The four armed man listed spices... "Damn, we barely even have any of those. Guess just salt and pepper will do." Bobal grumbled. The cobalt haired man made an okay sign.

The brunet's mouth watered when he fried up the ham with cuts of onion and covered in BBQ sauce. "Fuck that looks delicious!" His tail wagged wildly, making Boder laugh. He poked it, which made Bobal jump and yelp in suprise.

"Bob I swear to fuc-" he turned around. "Oh. It's just you again." He wasn't amused. "Don't touch me, okay?" He got that clear. Boder nods.

He served a plate for himself and an extra one. But for who? [Who's this for?] Boder asked. "It's for you.” he paused. "I thought you were hungry." Boder was so bashful that he his his face under the scarf.

Damn that's cute, Bobal thought. He smacked his head and carried on to take a seat. He ate the meal with his hands while the other used utensils properly. Even wiping his face with a napkin afterwards. [You have something on your face] Boder signed at him. "Hm, what about it." Bobal tossed the topic aside. 

[May i?] He held up a napkin. "..fine." the brunet accepted. He kind of.. enjoyed the sweet gesture. It felt nice. He hadn't noticed himself purring at this until Boder smiled amusedly.

Bobal's hair poofed out of control, his whole face red as he strides to his room. Leaving Boder alone. Perhaps I will get to his soft spot eventually, he thought to himself as he fiddled with his scarf.

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Bosip froze as he looked at himself in the mirror. He wanted to hurl. He kept staring at his scars, putting his fingers on the mirror. He felt ugly, broken, weak and pathetic. He always was insecure about his scars. Bosip hitched his breath as he turned over the mirror and sat down on the floor. He held his head in his hands, breath weak and shaky. 

He hated his scars.

The door opened, Bob, his boyfriend coming in with a bloody tissue up his nose. He felt as if his nosebleed could come back as he saw Bosip shirtless on the floor. He blushed, face blue as he thought about him with no pants too.. he shook that thought and sat down next to his lover.

"Hey hey Bosip" he patted the panicking blond on the shoulder. Bosip couldn't form words so he whimpered as he leaned into Bob. He kept shaking as his heart pounded in his chest. Too loud too loud.. Bob held his boyfriend's face and made him look at him. He stared with those caring eyes. Are you okay, my sharkman? Bosip couldn't hold it in and he sobbed out on him. They kept on holding eachother, Bob whispering sweet things and Bosip apologizing under his weak and croaking voice. The blunet kisses him on the forehead, then peppering his cheeks in kisses. The Mershark purred, squeaking lightly. Bob purrs along.

"Why were you panicking, buddy?" He was concerned for Bosip. He lightly rubbed the scarred cheek In order to calm his lover. Bosip whimpers before whispering weakly, "My scars look ugly." He tried his best to hold in tears. "I just.. they really hurt when I got them." He would sometimes nibble them out of frustration or scratch the scabs over fresh wounds. Probably why the scars were there in the first place. "Oh honey.. but you look handsome in those scars! They go well with your muscles" Bob purred.

Bosip hung his head down, refusing to look at himself. The blunet placing his forehead on the other in a gentle manner. "May I?" He delivers a quick kiss on the forehead scar. The shark's face erupted in red blush as he yelps. Bob giggled, nearly falling on his back. He moved his head to another scar and gave another kiss. One by one scar. He hears his love sob from how nice it felt, Bosip whining in love. "Please tell me you don't have any scars you made?" The blue mouthed boy questioned. "Nno. Not any of them, just accidents and attacks." Bosip mumbled out. Bob kept kissing at the scars, the warm lips soothing them.

"Should be all of them!" "Aw, done already?" Bob kisses him on the lips deeply. "Yeah, now it's done." Bosip leaned on Bob, tired and happy. His warm blush combined with tight hug made Bob fall in love all over again. "Love you" they both told one another.