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The city was quiet tonight.
Sitting on the ground by a large dumpster, there was a distraction in your arms that helped you ignore just how cold the floor beneath you was; the Cyber City glow that rested on the distractions' distinct features kept catching your eye.
Spamton G. Spamton. You visited him often and it appears in doing so you've gained some of the puppets' trust- although you've also noticed how worse and worse his speech patterns appear to be getting every passing day. Not only that, but his behaviour in general is worse-
If only there was a way to help. For now, all you can really do is provide comfort and a safe space for him when he's not gone bonkers with bargains. Which is what brings us to this situation right now!
Back to our distraction; The guest in your arms was tired. Tired from cutting deals? Tired from attempted but failed sales? Maybe it had something to do with the new crack in his glasses. You didn't have the chance to ask before he exhaustedly crawled onto your lap sideways, his head against your shoulder with your arms supporting him there- then silence.
It felt like one of those moments where you can't get up because a cat is laying on you. Except this time it's Spamton and you don't want to get up. In fact, you could stay like this forever now that you come to think about it. This was Spamton after all.
Then it finally sinks in that this was Spamton. Spamton was in your lap. Spamton G. Spamton just crawled onto your lap and nestled himself there.
You took a deep shaky breath, hoping it doesn't disturb him. Aware of the closeness, you faintly tighten your grip on him affectionately- then you finally hear the puppets voice. Or rather, a tired whine, then his voice.
"ALL THAT AND I GOT [[Absolutely Wrecked]] IN RETURN." He then immediately nuzzled into you, seemingly looking for attention which you were undoubtedly going to give him.
You wanted to ask him to elaborate on what he said but at the same time you didn't want to pry, what if he didn't want to talk about it or wasn't ready to? But you also didn't want him to think you didn't care so you went with the safest and simplest option and asked:
"Are you okay?"
There was silence before his response, "I WAS [Angry] AT FIRST BUT I FEEL [[Recovered]] NOW."
You gave a small nod in understanding even though you didn't really understand. Why angry? Did someone upset him? Did he start it? Again? You noticed how he touched the crack in his glasses for a moment.
Either way all you wanted was to make sure he was okay. Meanwhile all Spamton wanted was your attention and affection. He hasn't said so but judging by the way he has started to cling onto you- it's definitely what he wants.
Then you became aware of how solid his body felt against yours. So this isn't a dream after all. As if on cue Spamton pulled away and sat up, changing his position to face you fully, straddling you in doing so with hands on your waist.
"YOU DON'T HAVE [[Errands]], DO YOU? YOU WON'T HAVE TO [Leave So Soon] AGAIN, RIGHT?"
For a puppet with limited expression, he somehow looked.. sad. Those fractured glasses only added to the feeling.
You placed a hand on his tense shoulder reassuringly, "I'm free for the rest of the day!"
After confirming it's okay to get comfortable without you suddenly up and leaving, you felt the tension in Spamtons shoulder loosen under your hand and with it the rest of his body as the weight on your lap got heavier while he relaxed; still straddling you. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from saying something stupid.
Spamton is just too loveable for his own good.
Once again, he moved forward to press his body against yours, hands still on your waist, simply stating "HOLD [Embrace]?" while resting his head against your shoulder again. You responded by immediately placing both of your hands on his back which only coaxed him to move against you even further. A small sound came from the puppet which oddly sounded like a glitch-y or static-y hum of approval? Maybe even a funky purr?
You weren't entirely sure but you knew you liked it.
You considered bringing him back to your place for the night, though that'd entail bringing him past people he's been trying to avoid. You always said hi to the Addisons when you passed them, but… Something about them makes Spamton uncomfortable. He still hasn't opened up about it.
Spamton brought you away from those thoughts as you felt his arms wrap around you properly in a long, full-bodied, genuine embrace while he let out a static-y sigh. In doing so, he shifted forward a little on your lap which really caught your attention. He definitely seemed content. A few moments pass; then subconsciously you were rubbing circles into his back with one hand, letting your other hand rest on his lower back firmly.
You thought more about letting him stay over. It'd be difficult, but-
"Spamton?"
"YES [[Silly Bean]]??"
"How would you feel about staying at mine for the night? I know you can't stay permanently because of all the people but- there's a certain time everyone goes to recharge and I was thinking-"
He lifted his head up to look at you, "IN RETURN YOU GET [My], A GREAT DEAL! THE BEST DEAL! SOMETHING LIKE THAT WOULD BE [$$$]! [[Yowza]]!"
Needless to say he seemed thrilled about it. Thank heck you don't live in the Queens place otherwise you'd have a helluva lot more sneaking to do. I doubt those Swatchlings would let it slide so easily if they caught you two, let alone if the Queen saw it.
You brought a hand up to rest on the puppet-like structure of his jaw, catching a glimpse of your reflection in his cracked shades. You took a mental note to fix those tomorrow or buy him a new pair. Whatever compells this man not to bother you about Kromer, lawd.
At least now you knew he'd be safe for tonight. Both for his own sake and everyone elses.
Roughly around ten minutes later, you check the time and luck would have it that a few minutes ago everyone would have headed back to their accommodations. That also means no Addisons are gonna be around, which also means less sneaking and more bringing Spamton back to your place. Unless that one pink Addison stays back for a bit- you've noticed they do that from time to time.
Your home is actually above where one of the blue Addisons stay! (Usually the Addisons sleep in the upstairs of their own shops/stores but two of them have a separate place altogether. Ironic you just happen to live above one.)
After Spamton awkwardly climbed off of your lap and stood Idly by the dumpster to watch you, you rose up and shook yourself off after sitting on the ground for quite some time. Luckily you could still feel your ass.
Spamton continued to watch until you felt somewhat self conscious about what you must look like right now for him to be staring like that.
"You good?"
"JUST [[Observing]]."
"Right, well- we should probably get going." You decided to shake off the thoughts of Spamton staring and eventually he did pry his eyes away.
He sure did have issues, but you did often find yourself staring at Spamton too so really can you blame him? Although, for you, staring at Spamton was never on purpose. Sometimes you'd just... look for too long. Taking in those unique features.
It's the reason you've noticed the small things about him. How from time to time his glasses were ever so slightly crooked, how the red of his cheeks were never a perfect circle, how his hair somehow managed to stay in that perfect spiked shape no matter what.
Before you knew it, you were both already walking and almost to your place. Had you really been distracted by your thoughts that long?
There wasn't much noise around save for the distant sounds of car engines and tires; the street and building lights dim and weak instead of their usual flashy brightness. You could distinctly hear Spamton walking closely behind you. Being honest with yourself, you couldn't tell if this was a good vibe or eerie. Maybe a good eerie.
You looked behind you to make sure Spamton was doing okay which caught Spamtons attention. He gave a small wave, mirroring you by looking back at you. Damn that was cute. You acknowledged with a small smile before turning back around, hiding the fact you couldn't help but smile like an absolute idiot at how much you enjoyed his company.
Finally you both made it. Unlocking the door, you let Spamton in first- who quite literally scarpered in. You followed suit and closed the door behind you, stretching your limbs out after all that.
You were both safe. All you need to think about now is whether Spamton will head back out early the next morning before everyone else shows up or stay the whole day tomorrow and leave once everyone else is gone again. Your bet's on the second option. Speaking of Spamton-
Where'd he run off to? You glanced across the area before you. No sign of him. Then you heard shuffling coming from your room. Of course, typical, you should have expected he'd go straight for the big cosy bed.
You audibly sighed and made your way to your room, standing in the doorway. Just as you expected; you could see the top of Spamtons head as he was engulfed in your oversized duvet blanket.
"You know the plan was that you stay on the couch, right?"
No response.
"This works, though. This works just fine."
You stretched your arms out tiredly once again before grabbing your stuff to prepare for bed- in the bathroom, of course. Don't want to be changing in front of Spamton. Not yet anyway
By the time you returned Spamton was gone. Again. You thought at this point you were too tired to worry too much about it but then the image of Spamton craving Kromer came to mind. Uh oh stinky, he better not be snooping to satisfy his oncoming addiction!
As you make your way down the hall to find him you trip- losing your footing, you manage to catch yourself before you fall. All thanks to someone laying in the hallway.
"Spam?!"
"Tired. Need to [[Shutdown]] but first I-" He picked himself up off the ground, "NEED A LITTLE [Generosity]." When you didn't respond, he tilted his head at your confused expression, assuming you must be wondering why he was on the floor. "I HEARD YOUR DOWNSTAIRS NEIGHBOURS- THEY SOUND [Familiar]." Then he pointed at his forehead; "[Generosity] KISSY!"
You rolled your eyes and smiled, leaning in to place a quick kiss to his forehead. You hope that distracts him from the Addison downstairs.
Spamton sighed in an almost lovingly fashion, which sounds odd to say and cheesy. You caught sight of yourself once again in those colourful glasses of his and your heart beat faster with the sudden urge to take them off; but you didn't. You just stared. He stared back. Then the awareness of the short distance between you two-
Blinking, you decided to break the silence before you end up smooching the puppet for real. "C'mon, you need rest." You affectionately rubbed his shoulder before turning on your heel to make your way back to your oh so cosy bed with Spamton right behind you.
If you keep having moments like that you will smooch the puppet. Again. Much more affectionately. Everywhere.
Luckily for you, Spamton would gladly take that job off your hands. You felt a tug at your arm and before you could even register what was happening there was a pressure against your lips; your body instinctively tensing up; you notice the grip on your arm loosen then disappear before a pressure is then placed on your cheek instead. Your mind was blurred in a daze at how fast this all happened that you could barely assume there was a hand on your cheek.
Nevermind that, you became more concerned about the ki- wait. You understood now. Was this something Spamton had been planning? To kiss you? Is this what he meant? As soon as you realised what was happening you could feel the pressure pull away from you again, Spamton beginning to take a step back.
Curiously, you licked your bottom lip. That kiss was... Hard? He was puppet-like after all. Then the thought struck you that you never kissed back- you just stood there in a daze!
You looked at Spamton. He looked away. You weren't sure what to do or how to go about it. Should you go back in for a second kiss? It wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling but it's the fact it's Spamton and you wanted to do it again just because of that fact.
Taking a deep, shaky breath you took a step forward. Spamton looked at you, seemingly surprised. Thinking through your actions carefully, you placed both hands on his hips before snaking your arms around him; pulling him in as close as possible just so you can return the kiss. Which you did. Planting your mouth against hard puppetry. Spamton responded, making that odd static-y hum of approval again- this time against your lips. He brought his arms across your shoulders.
This was gonna be a long night.