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GB and Pencil were doing it AGAIN.
They can be so, like, weird sometimes, especially to someone like Match.
Of course, she supported their relationship, but never saw the appeal of everything.
Hugging, kissing, all of that.
ESPECIALLY sex.
And one day, she just… speaks up out of impulse.
"Uh, awkwarddd.", she says.
"WHAT about this is weird, Match?" Pencil can't help but reply.
"Oh. Like, sorry. I guess I just… never really found the appeal to all that, like, romance stuff. Y'know."
"Match, you. What." Pencil says, in slight shock.
"Like, it just seems so gross to me. Even like, sex and all that." Match scowls. "Like, I don't get it."
"Or maybe I'm just, like, weird."
The room was silent. Pencil looked at Match with a somewhat shocked face.
Match just looked like she said the most lukewarm take ever.
And then GB spoke up.
"Do you. Not like people that way."
"WHAT? No, I’ve liked people before! But… like, always after we become good friends!" "And, then I want to spend more time with them!"
…GB looks a bit frazzled, to say the least.
"Match. You really don’t, do you?"
"I… guess not. I never realised it until now, but yeah.." Match replies. "But… I guess that’s who I am."
The room falls silent again.
…Before match gives GB a little lift.
"Like, thanks, Bossy Bot!"
"MATCH, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!!!" GB scowls, flailing herself in Match's grip.
"Well, I gotta, like, update all my social media bios now! Bye!!!"
Match releases GB from her prison, and scuttles off to her bedroom.