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“Alright, finally, we’re in Brazil!” Oscar said, wagging his tail. He had been looking forward to going on this trip with his boyf- best friend, Devlin. “Are you excited?”
Devlin softly smiled and nodded.
A long silence followed, and they were both staring at each other.
“Are you— Are you not excited—”
“No— No. I am. I’m very excited.” Devlin awkwardly said.
“Oh yeah… yeah.” Oscar looked away and fidgeted with his hands, he nervously breathed in. “Yeah, so, uhm.”
Devlin looked down at his shoes, unsure what to say.
“Okay, let’s go!” Oscar suddenly grabbed Devlin’s arm and picked him up, he screeched as he was held in the air. Oscar ran ahead, going to the nearest hotel.
“You can just hold my hand, or something!” Devlin yelled, Oscar’s grip on his arm was almost bone-crushing. He didn’t reply.
After around a minute of agonizing pain just from his hand, he finally dropped him, he fell flat to the ground, and groaned in pain as he slowly got up.
Oscar just looked at him for a split second, and then quickly walked into the building.
Devlin groggily followed him, rubbing his arm.
“HELLO, fellow human.” Oscar loudly said, raising his index finger up.
The receptionist stared at him annoyingly, tapping her nails against the counter impatiently. “Hey.”
Oscar stared back at her, standing ungracefully with a completely straight, awkward posture.
“Stop staring at me!” He hissed, stomping his foot. Devlin grabbed him and pulled him back.
“Can you please act normal, for once? For me?” He hit his arm.
Oscar squinted his eye at him, and took a deep breath. “Okay.” He walked to the counter in a calm manner. “I need. Room. Two.” He put up two fingers as his lower eyelid raised, like he was smiling gawkily.
The receptionist rolled her eyes and sighed, going to her computer and typing in something.
“Awww, well, it looks like we only have a room for one. Would you two be comfortable with sharing a bed?” She sarcastically tilted her head, making fun of the duo.
“YES.” Oscar blurted out.
“No.” Devlin blurted out.
They both looked at each other.
“Yes…” Devlin sighed, his face turned a dark magenta.
She looked at them both for a second, suppressing a laugh. “Okayyy.” She typed on her keyboard again. “Your room is… E26.” She got up from her chair and grabbed the key, and handed it to Oscar, instead of grabbing the key, he just grabbed her hand.
“E— enJOY.” She yanked her hand away.
Devlin sheepishly smiled, he wanted to say thank you, but he couldn’t understand anything she said, nor speak English.
Oscar suddenly picked him up, he yelped, grabbing onto Oscar for dear life as he tried to stabilize his balance.
“I can walk, you dimwit!” He snapped.
Oscar grabbed Devlin’s head and brought him closer, holding him like a baby.
“What are you doing??” He tried to push him away, but eventually gave up and went limp. He wondered why he was being so weird today. His eyes grew heavy and he struggled to keep awake, and he fell asleep in Oscar’s arms.
Oscar reached their room and walked inside, he dropped Devlin on the ground, and it immediately woke him up.
“Can you stop randomly dropping me?” He complained. “What’s up with you?” He knew this is how he acted when he was stressed out, or something was on his mind.
Oscar didn’t reply and just stretched, looking outside the window.
“Welp, okay, I’m going to sleep. You can sleep on the ground.” He carelessly said, putting his hands on his hips.
“What— No! I can’t just sleep on the ground without a blanket or pillow!” Devlin protested.
Oscar flopped onto the bed and turned to his side, immediately falling asleep.
“Wh—” He stared at him in confusion. He sighed and also turned to his side, curling up and trying to fall asleep.
After around multiple hours of trying to sleep, and countless times of rolling around. He eventually got up and walked to the bed, he attempted to carefully crawl in, trying not to wake up Oscar. He succeeded in laying down next to him, and finally closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, Oscar, as a reflex, brutally kicked him off the bed, he squeaked as he was flung off the bed and back onto the floor. He laid there, his brain forcing him to sleep, because of how exhausted he was.
The next morning, he woke up, he was still insanely tired and his back was killing him, Oscar was already awake but still in bed, just staring at him. Oscar got up, picked up Devlin, and he complained and squirmed as usual, but instead of Oscar suddenly dropping him, he laid back in the bed, and held Devlin close, like a teddy bear. He was squeezing him so tight he could barely even inhale.
He patted Oscar’s hand, struggling to breathe. “Okay buddy, you’re strangling me.”
Oscar loosened his grip, but brought him even closer.
Devlin was extremely flustered, he was staring into space in regret and also awkwardness. Then again, he went to sleep once again.
might continue in the future