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Ze had went out to go and grab carrot cake for himself and the others after countless cries of Moe begging him to.
There was a shit ton of people waiting in line that he wished he had genuinely killed himself rather than come here for just one carrot cake. He walks into their house, starting to search for his roommates and calling out for them, God knows where they are, a hole a ditch or asleep somewhere in one.
" Hey, where you guys at? I got the cake for us. "
He looks further into the house, seeing Moe on the coffee table honking as Regect listens and responds back, they seem to be talking about how Waka Fante had blown up his house and a minimum of a 700 block distance close to him being radioactive, again, for the 5th time, this week. Atleast that's what he can piece together by Regect's answers to her. i mean i guess bro. No one knows what that guy is up to anyways. He also still hasn't figured out how Regect understands Moe's honking, Is it like an ARG entity thing? I don't know man.
Ze closes the entrance door behind him, the click of the lock alerting Moe as she hears him immediately, eagerly honking him over to the table, her eyes locked on the box. Ze sits on the chair next to Regect, while Moe is on the other side with her eyes gazing hungrily at the cake box in Ze's hands. He sets down the cake, standing up to go get forks and plates from the kitchen. As he leaves, Moe honks excitedly and lunges onto the table, almost smearing the cake with her hand.
" Hey- Moe no! You can't eat the cake your your hands, just— Just wait for Ze to come back. "
SAD AND STRUGGLING HONKING NOISES
Moe lunges a second time, this time Regect physically having to holding the sad and whining clown in his arms from eating the cake with her damn bare hands. Ze finally comes to the room with plates in his hand and forks in the other, Moe's eyes lighting up like Christmas morning in real time as she sees the table being set up. Ze cuts up the cake for the three of them, while Regect holds Moe back from spraying water bottles everywhere.
Finally, all of them sit comfortably, talking while eating the carrot cake cut up for all. While they were talking about Waka Fante again, Moe suddenly honked hurriedly, dropping her plate onto the table and leaving the room, rushing to the kitchen while skipping on her way.
Ze takes his plate into his hand, his face a mix of confusion and uncertainty.
" Hey, what'd Moe say? "
" She forgot the drinks, she said she'll be back in a minute "
*Regect eats another piece of cake, swallowing it down before taking another piece. Seeing Regect eat, Ze begins to wonder, why and how can Regect eat a cake with half a torso, no respiratory system and full spine and ribcage showing? He ponders on for a while, playing with the food on his plate in a daze.
" Hey, you okay man? "
!!!!
Ze snaps from his daydreams, looking at Regect and his confused face, wondering if he should ask the question, if its something offensive to his kind or whatever. But it slips out anyway.
Curiosity killed the cat.
" How do you eat? I mean, You have half a torso and no organs whatsoever. "
Regect freezes for a minute, but answers suprisingly calm, Not like what he was expecting, but he’ll take it because that's a whole lot better than Regect getting offended and punching him anyways.
" I don't really know actually, I don't technically require food to survive— I usually eat it for fun if it's tasty enough. "
Regect returns to eating his carrot cake, one bite after the other, while Ze subconsciously stares into Regect's open upper body, into the emptiness where his lungs, his stomach, his organs should be, into Regect's chest, into Regect. He watches Regect eat, the cake on his own plate sitting there, not even one bite taken. He wants to reach out.
He wants to see how inside Regect's ribs would feel like.
FUCK. He'd never agree to that type shit— WHO THE HELL WOULD?? Yeah hey man i wanna see how your system works so can i put my hand in your ribcage and explore your inner body really quick?? Are you crazy?? ARE YOU—
" Ze, what's going on dude. "
" I want to see how your chest feels like. "
. . .
fuck.
WHY DID I SAY THAT THAT WAS NOT ME DUDE THAT WAS NOT ME HAHHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAA KILL ME NOW SLASH SRS SLASH GENUINELY
" Oh fuck sorry— i-i meant um.. i meant- "
.....
" You can, Ze. "
....
What the fuck?
...
" ...What..? "
Regect takes Ze's hand, guiding it to his chest and softly placing it on his exposed ribcage
" I said you can. "
Regect's tail wags softly behind him as he guides Ze's hand lower, his hand brushing against Regect's slit torso and the emptiness near.
???? WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING??? Did he genuinely agree to this shit???
Ze leans down slightly, his hand laying against the sides of Regect's sharp bones. The feeling of his ribs and spine and skin... FUCK NO STOP THINKING OKAY BACK TO THE LORE!!!!
His hand goes into Regect's open chest, driving a quiet whimper from the so called scary entity. Ze travels further, and further, whimpers reluctantly escaping Regect's mouth as Ze goes deep into Regect's chest, every inch of his interior feeling like static and bliss. Exploring and softly dragging his fingers inside of Regect's body, drawing multiple unwanted but escaped whimpers from Regect until sharp claws on his arm make him stop. Regect's breathing has ragged, small whimpers escaping from his blushed tone of voice, his tail furiously wagging behind him as he tries desperately to keep his composure.
Oh god, oh god he looks so fucking pretty.
STOP THINKING OF SHIT LIKE THAT!!???? ARE YOU GAY????
Ze pulls his hand back from Regect's chest, both of them sitting back into their respective spots on the couch in akward silence until Moe shows up with the drinks and 27 other unidentifiable substances on her clothes that she accidently mixed up for the juice.
.....
i liked feeling around his body.