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🧪 Golfball POV ;;
Golfball had spent the last 3 days locked in Basketball’s laboratory in Two’s hotel. The green lights had consumed her, almost like a weighted blanket. She worked tirelessly to try to find a solution to how the Algrebaliens' powers worked, along with the yoylelite! Why would they be so reckless with it? There were more questions than answers, wrapped up in her head. The desktop she was sitting at was littered with food wrappers and empty containers, along with around 5-6 empty glass liquor bottles. She knew the consequences of substance abuse, but she disregarded it. Who would care what she did? Golfball, frustrated, scribbled her pen on the papers she was writing on. It was scrambled and the handwriting was barely comprehensible. She felt no better than Two, barely caring for herself. GB missed Tennis Ball, Basketball… Even Robot Flower… Pencil… And that stupid coin. Not that she'd admit that, though. She shook her head. ‘I’m getting distracted. I have to focus on my careful and conscious work.’ Golfball thought. She was about to continue searching on her computer when she heard three, no, four distinct knocks on her door. GB jumped and let out a very NOT needed yelp. She swiftly threw on her labcoat and opened the door with her prosthetics.
“Heyyy, GB!”
Coiny exclaimed happily, leaning against the doorframe with one arm. The other held a milkshake, pistachio. Golfball’s favorite. This was intriguing.
“What do you want, Coiny? I need to get back to my research.” Golfball stated, almost baffled that anyone would think interrupting her was worth her time.
“You’ve been cooped up in here for, like, 3 days.”
Golfball swore that she felt his eyes scanning her, like she was prey or something. Which she isn’t! She hadn’t looked at herself in a mirror for a bit though…
“So what? I have to–”
“Buhbuhbuh!” Coiny had put a finger to Golfball’s mouth. “You’re comin’ with me, bozo brain.”
“No, I refuse!”
Golfball suddenly felt an arm wrap around her prosthetic, dragging her out of the factory. She felt… weird. I mean, it’s not like her and Coiny have been close like this before. But… even then… She gulped nervously.
“This is… unnecessary.”
Coiny took a sip of the milkshake, tauntingly side-eyeing her. She grumbled and snatched it, taking a sip herself. She forgot how… nice it tasted. Coiny led Golfball to his room.
“You reek. Here, have my shirt. And a pair of sweats you left here like… Two weeks ago. Don’t worry, I washed them!”
Golfball hesitated, but she begrudgingly took it. She stomped into Coiny’s bathroom and changed. She finally took a look at herself in the mirror. She was paler, she had huge, purple eyebags… She brushed her short, silver hair with a spare brush that Coiny always had for her. He always, err, mostly had a spare of everything. GB didn’t get it, why did he care for somebody like her so much?
🪙 Coiny POV ;;
Coiny waited for Golfball to return, placing the milkshake on his nightstand. She didn’t look like herself, but of course he wouldn’t say that! Maybe he would. He missed her a lot. Coiny was even lucky that she willingly let him drag her out of her… cave, as he happily titled it. As he sat there, scrolling through reels, he heard the door open.
“Hey! I thought you got lost in there.”
Coiny joked, a slight pink tinted on his cheeks. He got up and walked over to her, arms open.
“C’mon, you’re overdue.”
“...Whatever.”
Coiny felt the cool, metallic prosthetics wrap around him. He giggled as he wrapped his arms around Golfball’s neck, nuzzling his face into her short hair. It was silver, with brown roots that she definitely needed to re-dye.
“You need to shower, Gee.”
‘Gee’ was a silly nickname Coiny had come up with. One time, Eraser called her that and he got punched. Safe to say, Eraser didn’t mess with Golfball after that.
“...Later. I am busy being in your arms. It is nice and warm, which is soothing in contrast to your highly air-conditioned room.”
Coiny hummed in response. Then he got a sudden idea, and he leaned back to put his hands on Golfball’s shoulder. She grunted in protest, looking up at him.
“Hey… I got some weed from Pen. I think it might calm ya down a little!”
Coiny winked two times, an obnoxious grin on his face.
“...I suppose…”
“Yeahah!”
Coiny scooped her up and they walked not even five feet to his bed. She could’ve walked. Coiny set her down and scrambled through his nightstand drawers before pulling out a baggy and two pieces of paper. (I’ve never smoked weed) Coiny set it down on his nightstand, next to the milkshake, and dragged over a foldable tray. Coiny rolled himself and GB a joint, reaching for his lighter.
🧪 Golfball POV ;;
This was GB’s fourth time ever smoking weed. She lit Coiny’s and her’s, taking a hit. She began to cough as she heard Coiny laugh.
“Still lightweight, huh?”
“Hush it, Coiny!”
Golfball remarked between coughs. She swiftly took another hit, leaning back on her free hand. GB watched as he got up and opened the window, to air it out and NOT set off the fire alarm like they did before. Golfball stared at Coiny as he effortlessly took another hit off his joint. This feeling was… new. Unusual. Sure, she felt butterflies around Tennis Ball in the early seasons but, this was… Different. Deeper, more personal, intimate. GB looked away, trying to hide her flushed cheeks.
“You okay, Gee?”
“Yes! I’m… Fine. Totally fine! I am enjoying this purely platonic hangout!”
Her heart was racing a million a minute, trying not to flail around with how embarrassed she was. Then, just then, Coiny reached out and gently put his hand on her chin (is this a ref to what are we… teehee)
“Platonic? Don’t make me laugh, Gee.”
Author? POV ;;
Coiny had taken a huff off his joint and purposefully blew the smoke in her face. He giggled as she pushed his shoulder with her prosthetic hand. Golfball’s eyebrows furrowed as she took a swing of her joint and leaned in… Kissing Coiny, transferring the smoke. Coiny’s eyebrows shot up, but fluttered his eyelids shut as he melted into the kiss. The smoke surrounded them, the potent smell of weed and cologne enveloping them like a gust of wind. GB pressed into Coiny, letting out a soft moan. Coiny snaked a hand onto her waist. Just as they were getting into it, the door swung open to reveal Firey.
“Hey, Coinster! Do you have– OH MY GOIKY! I’M SORRY!”
He quickly slammed the door shut.
Coiny pulled away, panting slightly.
“Goddammit Firey!”
He yelled, putting down his joint on the silver container on the tray. Golfball, however, was reeling in the kiss she just experienced. She took another big hit of her joint, also placing it down. She coughed a few times, waving her hand to see Coiny yelling with the door open down the hallway.
“FIREY! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW!”
Golfball walked to look out the doorframe beside Coiny, she blinked a few times before giggling. Coiny looked back at her and started to laugh as Firey ran away screaming. Golfball leaned against him, the weed finally taking effect.
“Hehehe… Thank you, Coiny…”
Coiny was about to respond, but Golfball beat him to it.
“I love you.”
Coiny’s face immediately heated up at that, rubbing the back of his head.
“I-I.. Haha.. I love you too..”
After being caught and finishing their joints, they watched Invader Zim as Golfball fell asleep. Coiny texted “THE BROS 💯🔥🥶” groupchat almost immediately.
coinster; hey guys guess what
snowbro; what
penisland; You got rejected again?
washable; 🤨🤨
coinster; i think i got a gf
penisland; WHAT WHAT WHAT
snowbro; is that y firey was screaming????
coinster sent one attachment.
[it was Coiny laying in bed with Golfball on his chest.]
washable; YOU PULLED BEFORE SNOWBRO??? 😂😂😂😂😂
snowbro; we’re literally in a poly wtf
penisland; You guys look so cute together!!!
blockedup; im surprised youre not gay coiny
coinster; stfu
Coiny smiled as he shut off his phone, plugging it in and placing it on his nightstand. He kissed GB’s forehead before falling asleep.