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Poppy slammed the door behind him as he entered their home. The thunder booming outside. Stupid people really ticked him off.
“Hey, is this for sale?” No! Obviously not! She’d been holding it all day! Stupid stupid Scarfy. Why wouldn’t it just be tolerable!
He had half the mind to just…
Cry. The rage had slowly melted into tears as she made her way through her home.
He shut his bedroom door behind him, ready to just collapse.
She didn’t even register the faint glowing until-
“... Poppy?” Starman’s voice echoed.
“S- Starman!” She forced the tears back. They didn’t need to see her like this.
They patted the spot next to them. They’d noticed.
She came and sat on their shared bed. Starman didn't have eyes, or anything to emote with, but their antennae, the things that the other Starmen had shunned them for, told Poppy all she needed to know about their mood.
They never liked when he was upset, and now was no exception.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Their hand grazed hers.
“... no.” He pulled away.
Starman stayed silent, waiting for Poppy to either cave or change topic.
“... I hate it.” His hand found theirs again, his fingers locking around their nub.
“Scarfy again?” They brought their other hand over, gently placing it on top of Poppy’s.
“Obviously! All it does is try and get under my skin, and it works! Every time!” Poppy threw their free hand up in defeat, about to break down crying. His voice cracked.
“... if it makes you feel better, probably not, but… His Majesty King Dedede is making it go to rehab.”
“... really, Dedede’s involved?”
“Well, it lives in the castle, so-”
“It what?!”
“My love…” They pulled Poppy’s hand closer, pressing it to the gem they wore.
“... sorry.” He looked away. He always did that, cutting people off…
She felt Starman move themself closer, cuddling into Poppy.
The faint twinkling sound they gave off, similar to that of a Warp Star, really just showed him how happy they were.
“Starman…” She smiled.
“My love, you don’t need to worry about upsetting me, you know.”
“But-”
“We’ve been together nearly a year, darling I can handle it.” They snuggled even closer.
Poppy curled in as well, fidgeting slightly with Starman’s cape.
He wasn’t sure how long they’d been there like that. He didn’t want to let go.
The storm had long passed, and Starman had fallen asleep in her arms.
Carefully, he moved them both into bed, cuddling Starman like they were a plush.
“... I am awake, you know?” Starman mumbled.
“Shh, no you’re not.” Poppy giggled, putting his hand over Starman’s face.
“Sure, sure.” Starman snuggled in.
“Goodnight, my star.”
“Goodnight, Poppy.”
Poppy snickered, “What, not gonna use a pet name back?”
“It’s 23:34, Poppy.”
“23- what now?”
“... 11pm.”
“... how do you-”
“Goodnight, my love.”
He sighed, cuddling into Starman as they both drifted off to sleep.