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Peeking out of his dumpster, Spamton watched you walk up to your apartment door, unlocking it and going in. He let out a little cackle as he scrambled out- And fell- Before scuttling his way up.
A familiar scratching at your front door arrived just when you thought it would, and at this point you just opened it without looking now. You knew what he sounded like.
"HIYA [Toots]!" He kicked the door closed behind him. It took a minute for his brain to jump up to speed- You reminded him to lock it after he came in. Spamton reached backwards to lock the deadbolt before immediately going to your side as you dragged yourself to the living room.
"SO HOW WAS- ...YOUR...."
It always took him a bit now to read body language, and yours was not great. Slouched. Looking at the floor. He frowned a bit as you put yourself on the couch. A small yelp left you as the puppet man immediately clambered up onto your lap.
"YOU WANNA [Chatroom open] ABOUT IT?"
You shook your head no.
"...D'YA WANT A [Good eats]? YOU SHOULD."
"Ate before I got home."
Spamton let out a nervous sound but rested against you, and you could feel the nervous little flutter of that heart of his trying to bust out. Reaching down, you stroked his hair. A chirp left him.
That's something that honestly always made you feel a bit better...or calmer, if you were anxious. Stroking your puppet boyfriend's hair. Even if it was greasy, clean- Didn't matter. It was weirdly soft. And it made him do that purr of his.
Sometimes he even kicked his leg out like a dog getting scratched. You thought he did it on purpose to make you smile, but the more you did it the more it seemed genuinely involuntary.
And there he goes, just like that. His purr sounded rough, gritty, rusty. Sounded like a busted stereo. But it was comforting to you. Spamton almost became cat-like when you did this little hair stroking ritual.
Sure enough he nuzzled his face into your neck. Letting out that busted purring sound.
You looked down at his face, and his eyebrows were creased, eyes shut. The crows feet he had and his eyes being sunken were clear through his glasses. He looked charming with them, to you. Dragging your nails across his scalp like he liked made him make his purr even louder, a shiver ringing through him.
"BUT....[Honey], WHAT ABOUT..."
""This is helping."
With a small sound, Spamton seemed to just accept this and flop onto your front. His leg began to twitch like it usually did, kicking against yours gently before he adjusted himself to be on his back in your grasp.
He didn't really get how this helped- Not that he was complaining at ALL, The feeling of your fingers through his hair was [HEAVEN] to him, sending little tingles down his back and belly each time you did it. And you did it often.
"CAN I AT LEAST [Kiss kiss?] YOUUU..."
"Mmhm."
Spamton squirmed back around to face you, kneeling in your lap and turning his head to the side so his teeth pressed on your lips. It was...a more innocent kiss than what he normally pulled. He was too busy melting on your lap.
A large sigh left your chest as he slipped back down into your lap with his face on your chest and...hilariously with his pupils going in two different directions as you kept up. You kissed his head, making him whine out. It was surprising he wasn't an actual puddle by now. Spamton let out a small groan and put his chin on your chest.
"[Love me Love me Say That You Love Me] YOU, BABY....PRRGGH..."
"Love you too."