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Branzy POV-
“Branzyyyyyy...” Clown mumbles into my neck.
“Hm..?” I respond, trying not to seem half as tired as i am.
He says something incoherent and then falls back asleep on me.
We’ve been dating secretly everyone always says he’ll betray me, that he was devilish and violent. I have no clue why. He’s the sweetest person in the world.
After a while he stirs, I’ve been watching Netflix for a while silently, his head on my shoulder.
“Branzy?~” He mumbles again, this time with wide, open eyes. As far as I know, me and Kaboodle – before she disappeared... - were the only people who have seen his face.
“Yeah clown?” He blushes, again, only me and Kaboodle called him that. Though; I’ve always called him that, I don’t understand why he doesn’t let anyone else, it’s just a name.
“Do you want me to make breakfast? You seem tired.” He asks sweetly, gently stroking my horns while his other hand explores my hair.
“That’d be wonderful, thank you so much.” I murmur into his ear.
He nods, getting up, but I tug on his sleeves. “Hm? Is everything okay mijn liefste?” He asks kindly, his eyes softening into mine as he pauses.
The Dutch endearment makes me blush. I can tell its Dutch because Clown doesn't speak any other languages, I think it means my dear. He doesn't call me that much because he knows I don't understand Dutch. He notices the little things. I like that. I hope he doesn't notice how red my face is... “Stay for a bit longer...?”
He nods, God, I feel so annoying and clingy. He looks at me with nothing but pure love in his red and black pupils. He gently slides into my bed. “Is everything okay dear?~” He asks gently. I nod.
“Yeah, just feeling clingy...” I mumble, gently biting his shoulder.
“Okay dear.” He says with my head in the crook of his neck.
We just lay there for a while, it’s too peaceful for words, i just l lay there with his surprisingly light body on top of me, my head at his neck.
Clowns POV-
I slowly get up, careful not to shake or wake up my dear Branzy. I have to crawl over him awkwardly because of the way his bed is against the wall.
I brace myself against the wall and walk to his bathroom. I look at my face in the mirror and gently touch my face; I barely take off my porcelain mask at home. I can see a small bite mark indented on my shoulder from the shirt I'm wearing draping off me lightly. I like wearing Branzy’s clothes. Somehow – although I may be taller than my dear Branzy - his frame is a fair bit larger than mine.
I brush my teeth and put on my suit. Then walk to his kitchen, it being my house or not, I know where everything is. I start making his breakfast, personally I've never been a fan. When the toast is ready, I walk to his room and gently squeeze his shoulders.
“Clown...?” He mumbles, God, he's so sweet. How could a man like him like a man like me?
“Branzy~!” I whisper, he’s not fully awake huh...
“Clown!” He says, properly this time. Excitedly, even.
“I made you breakfast, love.” I whisper calmly. Squeezing his hand with care.
He uses my hand to help himself up. “You’re so strong...” He mumbles, I doubt he meant for me to hear that.
“Are you swooning, BranzyCraft?” I tease.
“Maybe... sorry.” He murmurs.
“It’s okay, I'm used to it.” I lie - majority are too scared – with a chuckle.
He laughs airily. A laugh I didn't have to grow on, a laugh I just... liked from the start? “U-uh yeah... Mhmm!!”
“Branzyyyyy~!” I groan – trying my best to sound playful.
“Clownnnnn!”
“Your breakfast is going cold Branzycraft~!"
"Oh yeah!!" He says with drowsy eyes.
I lend my hair to help him up and his soft palm grasps mine. "Thank you, Clown."
I nod, and lead him to his kitchen, his hand in mine.
"Aw, thank you so much Clown!" He says.
I nod. Smiling more than usual.
"Is it okay if Rek comes over later darling?" He asks sweetly. I respond with another nod.
"Of course, have you forgotten this is your house, not mine dear."
"Okay Clown, when works?" He clarifies.
"Anytime my love."
"Mhmm! I'll tell him now." He says, sitting at the island in the kitchen.
I put the toast on a plate, "what'd you want on it dearest?" I ask.
"Uhh... anything thanks!"
"You don't like anything dear..."
"Sorry, uhhh- just butter please." He mumbles and I take his face in my hands.
I only nod.