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It was curfew on Earth 327-Z
Their government was strict, shutting off television at exactly midnight, and expecting everyone to rather tend to their duties as observers or sleeping peacefully.
That was the same for everyone…
…except for Smart Beavis and Smart Butthead.
They were quite disappointed when their tv automatically shut off after lazing on the couch for hours and hours upon end, only moving to use the restroom or order more space nachos to stuff in their faces.
Soon, they bid goodnight to each other, and went off to their separate bedrooms
Smart Butthead changed into a slip and curled up in bed.
…but couldn’t fall asleep.
The best he could do was scroll on his communicator, their government didn’t shut off the internet as it was needed for communication.
He scrolled through old photos, mainly photos he would take of Smart Beavis and Himself when they were a couple hundred years younger.
Even pictures before his top surgery, which he didn’t linger on for long, he didn’t like to think about that time of his life.
Just as he sighed and turned off his communicator, to attempt to fall asleep once more, he heard… something.
Music.
He got up from bed to investigate the music, and found the source from their living room.
Smart Beavis was there, right next to their record player they’ve had since childhood, their first artifact from earth!
He was half asleep, eyes closed, flapping his hands to the beat of the song, an instrumental record of 50s music they found at the thrift store a while back.
Vintage music, snacks, and culture was a guilty pleasure of theirs. It was their favorite part of earth by a long shot!
Smart Butthead felt nostalgic, he had not heard any song from that record in a very, very, very long time!
He soon began to do the same and sway like his roommate and best friend.
It felt comforting.
But soon, Smart Beavis became to move closer.
Smart Butthead stayed put, not noticing as his eyes were closed too, he was getting tired and slowly being pulled out of consciousness.
Soon, he felt warm hands grab his own, but strangely didn’t mind.
It was Smart Beavis, and now they were softly dealing together.
The taller man soon felt some weight on his chest, and felt even more warmth than before.
It felt like the universe had stopped to observe this beautiful moment.
Just Smart Butthead and his best friend, slowly dancing the night away.
Smart Butthead let go of a smile before losing consciousness.
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Both pairs of eyes opened to find each other on the couch, holding each other.
Smart Beavis yelped, his face violently blushing. His breath heavy.
Smart Butthead blushed as well, but covered his face to mask it.
“W-We better get back to our observation duties… right?” Smart Beavis said quickly, moving all the way to the other side of the couch in embarrassment.
Smart Butthead was able to get all the blush down.
“Correct, Smart Beavis, let us go…”
He got up and quickly grabbed Smart Beavis by the hand to lead him to their observation room.
He did that because he craved that warmth from his friend’s hand again, strangely.