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The remote was just out of reach of his hand—if he was only an inch closer, he could get to it, but as he stretched is fingers toward it, Perry wrenched his arm away. Although he couldn’t make a dent in his titanium arms if he tried, Heinz swore he could still feel the warm imprint of his hand through his artificial skin.
They still struggled for the remote, scrambling over each other to get to it, but they only managed to push it farther and farther away with every lunge. Perry was blocking him from it, so he grabbed a fistful of the man’s teal collar and pulled—
An awfully loud ripping noise tore through the air, and Heinz was left with a fistful of blue-green cloth as Perry struggled to get his balance from the abrupt motion. He windmilled his arms like some sort of cartoon, narrowly managing to stay clear of the edge.
Unluckily for him, this meant he fell into the mound of slightly grey, slushy snow that Heinz had just shoveled off of his balcony.
He shot up with a gasp, but the cold, wet snow seeped through his uniform quickly, and it was sure to freeze again if they didn’t get inside.
Fumbling with the door, Heinz immediately started apologizing.
“I’m so sorry, Perry the Platypus! I didn’t mean to do that! Rip your suit, I mean. I didn’t push you into that gross snow pile. I can fix it? I know how to sew, courtesy of Mother. I had to repair my dresses, you know—“
He had yet to open the door, and Perry’s teeth chattered openly.
Heinz, he signed, Open the stupid door.
“O-oh yeah! Sorry, Perry the platypus.”
With a shove, the door swung open, and Heinz fell through the doorway awkwardly onto the floor. Holding back a smile, Perry stomped in. He shut the door behind him, and the rush of cold air stopped hitting his soaked suit. His teeth still clacked together loudly, and he pulled his arms close to himself.
Do you have a change of clothes, or something? Something warmer?
“Of course!” Heinz said, struggling to get up from the floor. “I’ll just—get you those—“
Finally, he managed to pull himself up and scrambled into his laundry room. Perry heard the sound of a dryer being opened, and waited.
After just a bit longer than necessary, his nemesis came out of the room, a mild pink flush spreading across his cheeks.
“I uh, have this? It’s pretty warm, but I can get you something else, if you want—“
He held out something to Perry, and as he reached for it, he realized what it was.
Heinz’s beloved purple bathrobe. Really, he loved that thing. And he wore it. A lot. It probably smelled like him~
No. Perry was not going to think about that. But it looked so inviting, and he couldn’t resist the chance he got.
As if he was almost afraid Heinz would take his offer back, Perry snatched the purple bathrobe. He wanted to hug it to his chest, but that was unprofessional and he also did not want to get it wet. So he could wear it.
His face was burning. Heinz’s surprise at his eagerness for the bathrobe showed on his face, but Perry didn’t feel like explaining himself.
He looked towards the bathroom, purposely averting his gaze. Heinz followed his stare, and suddenly remembered something.
“Oh! And I have, uh—A pair of boxers? They’re new? if you… want…” His voice trailed off, and his face shifted toward the color of a strawberry at the implication.
“Anyway, bye! Have—fun! Wait, that’s weird—Don’t have fun?” He groaned at himself. “I’m leaving now!”
He dashed into the living room, and Perry stood there, still dripping melted snow onto the floor.
Once in the bathroom, his struggled out of the wet clothing and into the warm, freshly dried robe. Even though it had been washed, it still held that familiar smell that was just so Heinz.
Perry walked out to find that Heinz was still in the living room, quietly staring at a book, but not truly reading it.
How did he know? Well, for one, it was upside-down.
He chuckled and flipped it, startling Heinz.
“You’re back! And you—fixed my book? No, I was, uh, practicing reading like that! You see, Perry the Platypus, my blueprints are just so hard to read, and I really can’t be bothered to fix my handwriting. So if I learn how to do stuff like that, it could… help?”
He rambled on and on until he suddenly stopped and sighed, as if realizing how ridiculous he sounded.
“No, I wasn’t reading it,” he mumbled.
Glad you figured that out, Perry signed, thouroughly besotted.
He leaned in, still loving the flutter in his chest that came whenever he kissed this idiot man.
Yeah. He had it so bad.