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Tennis ball had been working on an invention to show Golf ball well into the late hours of the day before a thought crossed his mind, where was Golf ball? he had been so focused on working he had completely forgotten to check up on her! What if something had happened to his beloved Golfie‽
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" Golf ball... Golf ball!!! " Tennis ball called out worriedly as he ran around their shared apartment in search of the girl in question before opening the door to her room — which, in hindsight, should’ve probably been where he searched first — only to be greeted by Golf ball drinking. " Golfie! Oh my felt, I was so worried! " Tennis ball said as he rushed over to Golf ball’s side and sat beside her, pushing an empty bottle of vodka away to make room.
Golf ball squinted at green circle infront of her to try and process who or what it was before that annoying drawn out voice finally clicked in her head, it was Tennis ball. What was he doing here? He’d usually be sleeping by now. More importantly, why was he so worried...
" Oh my fuzz... how much did you drink? " Tennis ball asked, pulling away from practically nuzzling the top of Golf ball’s head. " Not too much, I’m... I’m fine, lemme go... " Golf ball slurred out as Tennis ball sighed, noticing that she clearly had too much to drink. Noticing her discarded glasses and the empty bottle of alcohol beside her Tennis ball didn’t exactly wanna leave her alone in this state.
Tennis ball quietly groaned to himself before gently scooping Golf ball up in his arms as she tried to pull away before giving up, instead shifting her focus to the ceiling as Tennis ball shifted her in his arms to pick up her glasses and put them back on her face; brushing some of the hair away from her face in the process.
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As the dynamic duo walked back to their room — or rather, Tennis ball walked back to their room as Golf ball tried to pretend as if she was fine, a thought crossed TB’s mind. This was the first time he had to bring Golfie back to their room; usually she would just end up there herself. Does she get drunk specifically after he goes to bed on purpose? Tennis ball shook the thought from his head as they finally got to the bedroom door, causing TB to take a few steps back so he could attempt to open the door using his foot.
After a bit of trial and error Tennis ball finally got the door open as he sighed in relief, stepping in and carefully placing Golf ball down onto the bed as she quickly flopped back, causing TB to snicker to himself quietly as he pulled the blankets over her and put her glasses on the bedside table before climbing into bed himself, not bothering to change into pyjamas as it was already late and he was too tired to care about it for now.
Golf ball blinked slowly before her eyes properly adjusted to Tennis ball laying beside her, and as she stared the idea to hold him popped into her mind. It was a cold night already, and Tennis ball was always abnormally warm compared to her. So, without a second thought (not that her brain would’ve really let her have one at the moment), she lazily wrapped her arms around Tennis ball before closing her eyes and promptly falling asleep.
A warmth spread across Tennis ball’s face before he reluctantly hugged her back and buried his face in her hair, taking advantage of the fact Golf ball was overly affectionate at the moment due to being intoxicated. TB took a while before he himself fell asleep as well, as he tried to stay awake for as long as he could to feel Golf ball’s arms around him.
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