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It was a chilly November night as Blasoom, Celestial of Plant, and Plixie, Celestial of Plasma, were watching the stars for the first signs of Plasmic Ooze’s eventual disappearance as December would eventually start to show itself. However, as it started getting colder, Blasoom started snuggling over.
“Huh, what are you doing-” was the first thing said by the Plasma celestial, but the only response was a muffled “Warm…” and she felt a smile creep up on her as she started to snuggle the other celestial.
As they were getting comfortable, however, some vines began to wrap around the two, not uncomfortably though, but in a far more comfortable way, like a warm hug almost. The two ended up falling asleep, though a couple words were said before they dozed off:
“...I love you…”
“I love you too ‘Soom…”