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Balloon fumbles for the keys to his room, the keys looking like nothing but a blur in his dazed state. By some miracle He somehow got the right key into the keyhole and stumbled into the bright room- seriously why was it so bright? -he gripped the skin around his eyes, a cheerful voice cuts through his discomfort.
“Oh! Loon loon! hey!” Cheesy was laying on is stomach, kicking his legs behind him while writing in his comedy book. Balloon would giggle if he wasn’t so miserable.
He silently trudged over to his bed and flopped on his back onto it, an arm draped over his eyes. Things are quiet for a few moments, if it didn’t feel like the sun was punching him in the head he might describe it as peaceful.
Until balloon hears something heavy smack the floor, the carpet barely containing it.
“…?” Balloon could only muster a sound of confusion before who he assumes is cheesy dash across the room and slam himself against the wall, turning the lights off in the process.
Oh thank goodness gracious.
Balloon kept his arm covering his eyes until he felt a frantic dip in his bed, when he peeks out into the now shady room, to see cheesys expression looking like he just committed a murder.
“IM SOR-“ Balloon claps a hand over cheesy’s mouth, verbally shushing him.
“Shhhhh cheesy. It’s ok I get it. You were writing. I didn’t wanna bother you.”
Cheesy playfully shoved balloons hand away, his eyebrows knitting together, a faux angry look on his face that looks nothing if not silly on cheesy. “You can bother me sometimes. ESPECIALLY if I’m being bothersome. I give you my express permission.”
He double taps balloons shoulder, who nods right before cheesy flops down on top of him, snuggly wrapping his arms around him.
Balloon snakes a hand up into cheesy’s hair, brushing out any knots he finds.
“Hmmmmmm I don’t know about that one. Bothering my significant other? How could I ever?” He cheekily smiles.
“Oh yeah, apologies for being so unrealistic.” Cheesy giggles wildly, wiggling around trying (and failing) to contain himself.
Balloon taps three times into cheesys soft curls, who, despite balloon literally asking for it, catches balloon off guard when he lunges at the opportunity to love on the love of his life, drowning his neck in kisses.
Balloon laughs uncontrollably, cheesy deliberately peppering places he knew would make balloon dizzy with giddy laughter. God, balloon needed this after today.
Cheesy slowed his kisses, kissing up his neck, to his jaw, allllllll the way up to his lips.
Balloon brushed his other hand into cheesys hair (he had to figure out what he was putting in his hair, it was magical how soft it was), while cheesy found his hands onto his neck, delicately and slowly tracing his hands up and down, as if sealing his kisses in place.
Cheesy pulled away, his face a flushed mess, sitting up and taking balloon with him. He can’t resist, he plants a kiss on the side of balloons smile. Balloon looks like he’s in pure bliss, his eyes sparkling.
“You feeling a bit better? Or should I say- a bit lighter?”
Balloon snorts, “that was adorable.”
Cheesy wraps his arms around balloons neck, balloon following suite,
“Yep. That’s why you love me~”
Balloon kissed him in his curls, They smell like mangoes. “Mmmm. Yep.
Your puns keep me sane.”