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A long time ago, before Spamton was a puppet and when Tenna first appeared on TV with the face he loved so much, because it was Spamton's. They had this dance with their noses. Nuzzling them and curling around one another like this wasn't the first time. It lead to other things, but in that first time sharing long noses kisses, it felt comfortable.
Now, living in Castle Town together, they hadn't tried to bring the nose kissing back along with other things.
It was a slow progress for them both. Not just Spamton with all his changes, but Tenna too. Tenna was so afraid of being alone and Spamton just wanted to feel like he belonged. He wanted to be useful and it's why he left frequently with the Lightners on their adventures.
It was a hard change to face, but one Tenna let happen. If it made Spamton happy. If it gave him purpose. If it made him feel like he had control on the life taken away from him, that was enough for Tenna.
But even that time was over. The Lightners saved the world with all the items in their inventory. They had saved those driven mad by the Shadow Crystals, including Spamton.
So it should be easy to try to fall back to how they used to, but intimacy was hard for the puppet. Clingy, yet only on his terms. Affectionate, but only when Tenna was close to falling asleep or in those quiet moments Spamton thought the CRT wouldn't notice.
There it was in the morning hours before they had to get up that Tenna tried. His nose brushing up against Spamton's, it curled around the puppet's with ease. Tenna laid like that for some time, just watching and taking in the small details of Spamton's face. Despite all the horrific changes, Tenna couldn't help find him cute and in need of more kisses.
So Tenna got to work kissing every inch of Spamton's face while he was asleep. Until the puppet inevitably woke up and stared at the CRT.
"Good morning, Spammy!"
"WHY YOU [kissing booth] MY [Face], TENNA?"
"It's so damn cute, Spamton. I wanna kiss it all day long!" Tenna brought him closer and kissed him all over. Spamton didn't fight it, just let it happen.
Until those hands inevitably moved down to his chest and Spamton sat up quickly and pushed away. Tenna put his hands up in defense.
"LISTEN, TENNA. I'M NOT [Aged like Fine Wine], I'M [Aged like Milk]! I'M NOT [Bachelor Material]!"
"If your body is as cute as your face, then there's nothing to worry about. Besides, I want to be closer to you. Spamton. I want what we used to have."
"Y-YOU WANNA [XXX] WITH ME?!" Spamton gestured to his body, but Tenna didn't flinch away.
"Yes, Spamton. Well, I also want to hold you close and cuddle you. I wanna make out with you. I wanna . . . I wanna do a lot of things, Spamton. Things we haven't done in so long and I don't mind how you look now. I wanna experience those things with you again."
Spamton still looked so unsure, and Tenna didn't push it. It brought Spamton some ease that Tenna wouldn't. That he wouldn't do something Spamton didn't want.
Tenna let the puppet ease back into his arms. He let the CRT kiss him on the face and let those hands stay on his small body, but never linger.
"I'M JUST SO CHANGED, TENNA. I'M NOT [who I used to be]."
"Well I'm not either. A lot has changed, and I'm willing to go through it all with you. Oh, Spammy, I love you so much!"
Spamton squeaked when he was suddenly squeezed so tightly by the CRT.
"[Help! It burns!] I'M BEING [Hydraulic Press]!"
Tenna eased off on the hug. "Oh sorry!"
"DAMN [CRT]!" Spamton pushed away with a lot of resistance from Tenna. "LET GO ALREADY!"
"But I love you and I want you to know!"
"I ALREADY KNOW, TENNA!"