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There were feathers EVERYWHERE. In the living room, in the kitchen, in the entrance hall... Tenna’s home was overrun with little white feathers. And yet, the TV man didn’t seem particularly bothered by it all—on the contrary, he actually seemed rather… used to it.
As he set his hot chocolate down on the coffee table after a long, exhausting day at the studio trying to stop the Pippins from doing something stupid, all Tenna wanted was to relax at home with his partner. He wouldn’t trade those quiet moments—when they could cuddle away from prying eyes—for anything in the world. After all, Spamton didn’t like showing off their relationship in public. And of course, Tenna could totally understand that. It’s not like his partner didn’t enjoy teasing him at work sometimes, just to make him stammer and change his screen color!
Tenna headed toward the bathroom, where he found Spamton, armed with a brush, trying to remove clumps of dead feathers from his bird-like body. Leaning against the doorframe, a small smile on his face, the TV man finally spoke up.
“Need help with your molting, Spammy?” he asked, slightly amused. His partner jumped, then looked over at him, ending up with a slightly awkward, embarrassed smile.
"...You know very well I'm going to say no, big guy. I can handle it myself!" Spamton insisted, continuing to brush his feathers.
Tenna just chuckled, looming slightly over him. Without a word, he reached out his hand toward his partner, who reluctantly handed him the brush. The TV man grabbed a chair, sat down behind the half-bird, and began brushing his back. Spamton practically melted under his touch.
"And to think that, at first, I had to chase you around just to get you to agree to this! You've changed, Spam. Is it because you trust me a little more now?" Tenna asked absentmindedly, watching the feathers fall.
Spamton shrugged, as if it didn’t matter, and didn’t offer a real answer to his partner. He just enjoyed having someone (someone he loved) take care of the itchy feathers on his back.Silence fell between them, until Tenna, out of simple curiosity, used the claws of one hand to gently scratch one side of Spamton—making him jump immediately.
“T-Ten? What are you doing??” Spamton had to hold back laughter—or the urge to squirm—because the sensation was TERRIBLE. Yet Tenna kept going, unaware of the trouble he was causing.
“I don’t know? I saw you scratching yourself, so I’m doing the same. To be more effective! Look, it helps get rid of the feathers,” Tenna said with a big smile, continuing to brush his back and scratch his poor ribs.
Until Spamton finally broke and started laughing, grabbing the TV man’s big hand.
“S-Stop it, I’m ticklish! I’ll do it myself, big guy! No need to torture me,” Spamton explained, letting out a small squeak when his partner didn’t listen at all and dropped the brush to tickle him with both hands.
“That! That’s very important information! So, Spammy, don’t you know the rule about never giving anyone that kind of weakness? ...Besides, I wanted to get revenge for the whoopee cushion last time…”
The bathroom was filled with laughter and screams… and Spamton’s feathers as well. The little battle only ended when Spamton mumbled an apology to Tenna… but mentally, he swore to prank him again later, because Spamton is Spamton after all! A very mischievous creature at times.While Tenna was brushing away the pile of feathers, Spamton, having caught his breath, wasn’t exactly keen on letting Tenna have this small victory.
“Hey! My star! I think you’ve got something on your screen, could you come closer so I can take it off, please?” He even fluttered his eyes to look as innocent as possible.
Of course, Tenna was VERY naive, so he moved closer and leaned in a bit, while Spamton raised both hands to grab Tenna’s screen.
“It’s just… right here.” …And without warning, he unleashed a flurry of light kisses all over his partner’s screen, causing him to squirm and giggle.
“Spahahammy! Please!” Tenna tried to say, but Spamton showed no mercy. So much so that the TV man, trying to escape, gradually shrank down, hoping his partner would spare him… But nooo, Spamton quickly grabbed him in one hand and started tickling his belly with the finger of his other hand.
“You’re so meaaaan! Spaaaam! Mercy!” Tenna kept giggling and laughing, waving his little arms. Then Spamton finally took pity and slowly stopped his torture, planting a small, harmless kiss on Tenna, who squirmed a bit from the attention.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson: you don’t mess with big Spamton when he’s trying to take care of his molt! If you try again, I’ll have even less mercy on you~” Spamton teased simply… And it’s probably just being with Tenna that makes him act so childishly. At the studio, they’re much more serious and professional… But once at home, they like to behave like kids—it really helps them relax.
“...Big Spamton doesn’t scare me! …Maybe I’ll do it again when you least expect it!” Tenna chuckled a little, despite the shiver running through him.
Spamton set his partner down on the floor to let him return to his normal size, then, after putting on a more or less decent top, he hurriedly jumped onto the couch in their living room. Tenna wasn’t long to join him, sitting beside him and opening his arms wide. Of course, Spamton didn’t hesitate for a moment to throw himself into them, while Tenna held him tightly in an embrace. He still grabbed his hot chocolate (now cold) to drink it, all while cuddling his precious partner.
For nothing in the world, neither of them would want a different life at that exact moment.