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Cross was just done cleaning the hallway as two skeletal hands wrapped around his head to cover his eyes from behind.
"Who is it?", Cross asked with a sigh. He still had a few rooms ahead of himself and wanted to be done as soon as possible, he could not use a distraction.
"Take a guess", the person behind him said. He knew that voice.
"Dust?", he asked. "What do you want?"
"I got done early today - despite Killer not being the best help", Dust mumbled through the fabric of his scarf that covered his mouth. "And he was kind enough to take me some place I wanted to go."
"Alright, that's.. good for you", Cross said confused. "What does this have to do with me though? I'm not done yet, so if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to-"
"It's.. good for you too", Dust said and hid his face in the fluff of Cross' jacket, still not taking his hands away. "I got you something."
He had all of Cross' attention at that. "What is it?", he asked excitedly.
"That's.. you have to guess", Dust told him sheepishly.
"It's chocolate!", Cross chimed.
Dust clicked his tongue. "I'm not that cheap, you know", he huffed.
Cross' face dropped - and so did the broom in his hand - almost, he managed to catch it last minute. "B-but.. chocolate.."
"You still have plenty", Dust said annoyed.
"But.. I thought maybe you found a new flavour and wanted to give it to me.."
"Well, that's not what happened so keep guessing."
"It's a knife?", Cross grumbled.
"Oh, come on! Who do you take me for?! I'm not Killer, I can remember your preferences!", Dust sounded almost offended.
"I just can't think of anything else if it's not chocolate", Cross whined.
"Come on", Dust pushed. "I'm sure you can think of something else you'd want!"
"Did you get me flowers? Oh! Or tacos?"
"Wait, one thing at a time”, Dust complained. Then, what Cross had said sank in. “Uuh, you wanted flowers?"
"Well, if it's from you..."
Dust blushed at that and he was glad the other couldn't see him, but turning to look to the side anyway. "Ugh, that's not it either anyway."
Both of them sighed and then spoke in unison: "Fine, I give up." Dust let his hands fall to his side and Cross turned around to him.
Dust hung his head which only made his hood fall into his face more, hiding him from Cross as he pulled something out of his jacket, holding it in front of himself. "Here."
What Dust was holding seemed to be a book at first glance, but if he looked a little closer.. "Hey, isn't that-" Cross took it out of the other's hands.
"It's one of these mandala colouring books that you eyed in the last AU we destroyed.. I halfway believed you would pick that ripped thing up", Dust spoke, not looking at Cross. "Well, it's nothing special, but.."
"I love it!", Cross smiled widely, letting the broom fall now to go in for a hug - then he stopped. "Can I hug you?", he asked, remembering that the other still had days he wasn't fine with touch, especially if he didn't initiate it himself.
"Yeah, I'm good", Dust mumbled and no second after he said that he was pulled into the other's arms.
"That is so amazing, Dust!", Cross almost cried. "How can I ever make it up to you?"
"This is perfectly enough", Dust whispered as he wrapped his arms around Cross as well.