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Sam feels happy.
In his singular arm, he cradles his rat-like child named Junior. It has been a very confusing, very chaotic, crazed week and a half. The apocalypse has made peace a very rare commodity. Nowadays, it seems the few peaceful places are his apartment and the boiler room.
The rat child squirms in his grasp, odd noises emerging from its twisted maw. Normally, he would be unnerved by this sight. Yet, in this moment, he holds his Junior with love. It was a big sacrifice to keep this child safe. The world is ending, he might as well act like a dad while he can; he’s always wanted to outdo his own pops.
Leaning back on his couch, Sam sighs. The apartment is busy today, unsurprisingly. With how many people inhibit one space, he’s surprised the floor hasn’t fallen through. There’s a chance once this is all over, a moment like this will never return.
So, Sam does his best to savor every little interaction. Even if it’s not always easy.
Sam feels his child, Junior, begin to scratch at his sweater. It’s bigger now, able to walk on four feet and hold weapons. But, it prefers being held.
Looking down, he stares at his furry child.
“Hey, kiddo.” Sam murmurs to Junior as it continues to dig into his belly. “What are you looking for… treasure? It’s all pasta down there.”
Junior stops, then looks up at Sam, its big black pupils gazing at him oddly. It slowly stands up, putting its little claws on his face. Sam smiles as it looks very intensely at his face. Junior then leans in to gently nibble on his nose.
“Wow. Either you’re really hungry or you’re just trying to give me a kiss.” Sam chuckles and Junior pulls back, looking confused. “... oh yeah, you don’t know that, do you? Here, stay still.”
Sam leans in and gives a tender kiss to Junior’s forehead; just like family. Its fuzzy forehead is weird to kiss, but it reminds him of kissing a dog's forehead. Overall, not bad.
Sam watches as Junior begins to giggle, putting even more claws on Sam’s face. It has a strange smile, but the joy is unmistakable; it’s an infectious kind of giggle.
With excitement, the rat baby holds Sam’s face as it goes in to give Sam’s nose a kiss. It is a gentle small peck, one that tickles and makes Sam giggle.
The Rat Baby has given Sam a tiny kiss of its own, what a gift!
“Heheheh… thanks for that, Junior. You’re a natural.” Sam smiles fondly as the child nods with a smile.
Before Sam can return to relaxing on the couch, Junior begins pointing somewhere in the apartment. Looking, Sam realizes the rat baby is pointing towards the kitchen where Hellen, Spider, and Leigh reside. Clearly the child wants to interact with one of them.
“Huh… Alright kiddo, let’s go say hi. You want to say hi, right?” Sam looks at the baby and it nods, seemingly not yet ready to speak words. “Alright, let’s go.”
Sam stands up from the couch, holding his child closely to his chest. Slowly walking to the kitchen, he prepares for the possible oddities that might ensue. From a distance, he watches as Hellen cleans the dishes,
“... I’m just saying, if The Nightmare on Elm Street had HALF the staying power as Halloween, then we would have actual good sequels.” Leigh insists, sitting near Leigh on the countertop.
“The first one is good enough.” Hellen responds blankly, scrubbing the same utensil for an extended period of time.
“Sure, for the first five watches, but it’s going to get old, quick. Those effects are good but they’re not like, worth the runtime good.”
“Halloween doesn’t have cool kills.” She doesn’t even look at Leigh when she speaks.
“It’s not ABOUT the kills! It’s about the SUSPENSE!” Leigh is hunched over, leaning towards Hellen as she declares her point.
Leigh notices Sam while Hellen grabs a different knife.
“Ah, Sammy!” Her smile widens greatly as she leans towards him, her whole disposition suddenly brighter. “Come on, you’ve got good taste, right? Which movie is better! Nightmare on Elm Street, ooooorrr… Halloween?”
Hellen doesn’t seem to care about Sam’s appearance, yet Leigh is the exact opposite. The look in her eyes is frenzied excitement, like she knows Sam will say exactly what she wants.
After a moment, he sheepishly responds.
“... I like Hellraiser, honestly.”
“UUUUGHHHHH…” Leigh almost hits her head on the cupboards as she immediately throws herself backwards, sinking in defeat with loud frustration. “SERIOUSLY?”
“Good taste.” Hellen replies, with almost a hint of amusement in her voice.
Junior reaches towards Hellen.
“Hey, Hellen. I think Junior has something for you.”
“Hm?”
She turns from the sink to the duo. With her paper mask, it’s much easier to tell where she’s looking. She gazes at Junior as the tiny scamp reaches towards her.
“What is it?” Hellen leans towards Junior so it can properly grab her face. “Do you want me to take it off?”
It would seem not, as the rat child promptly gives her a small smooch on the head of her mask. As Junior pulls back from the kiss, it tumbles backwards into Sam’s chest. He holds this big child carefully as it seems delighted in its act. With its little giggles, Sam smiles.
“I’m not sure why. Junior seems very affectionate right now.” He gently scratches the child as he holds it. “Maybe… it loves giving people kisses.”
“Hm. Cute.”
Hellen promptly returns to her work.
“Hey…” Leigh jumps down from the counter and takes an excited step towards Sam. “It looks like the little scamp is giving away kisses. Where’s mine?!” She smiles cutely as she pets Junior’s head. “C’mon little buddy! I’m your favorite, remember? Give me a kiss!”
Leigh turns her head, showing the rat baby her left cheek. Sam shuffles towards her, letting Junior give her a nice rat smooch. She giggles and looks at Junior, who giggles with her. They both look like they’re in on a joke nobody else knows.
“That’s my little monster! Aren’t you? Aren’t you!” She tickles its tummy and it flails around with a loud giggle. “Heh heh heh… what about you, Samual? Are you on the table?”
“… huh?” He snaps back into reality after realizing Leigh is talking to him. “Uh, what? Me? You… want a kiss from me…?”
“Of course, Sammy! Let’s see if you give better kisses than a baby! If not, then… I guess you’ll have to get better before someone gets disappointed… heh heh heh…”
Sam huffs, putting on a fake proud smile.
“Hey, if I’ve shown you guys one thing so far, it’s that I’m really good at being mediocre at everything! Here, this will prove it.”
Sam leans towards Leigh and gives her a gentle kiss on the forehead; there’s a specific spot on her head where the hair ends and her eyes start. Sam has been thinking about the perfect spot for a kiss on her head; His research has proved fruitful. As he kisses her, she looks at him with an almost passionate intensity, not too dissimilar to a cat looking at someone they like. When Sam pulls back, her smile almost seems a little wider.
“Wow, Sam Sam. That was…” She hurks, before doubling over and gagging. After a moment, she spits out a half digested pistol and a few bullets.
“… huh. I was wondering where that would come out.”
The whole group looks dumbfounded at the gun on the floor.
“Did someone say KISSES?!?” An unfamiliar voice emerges from behind Sam, and when he turns, his refrigerator slowly opens. “I heard everything. I heard EVERYTHING. The Real Fred loves kisses. Hee hee hee! Yes, Fred wants kiss too!”
Sam stares semi dumbfounded at Wriggly Fred. He honestly forgets the painting creature lives in his refrigerator. As he stares, he notices Junior actually reaching out to the fridge bandit.
“Yes! Little Sam smart just like big Sam! Many kisses just for you!” He reaches out two hands and slightly extends himself from the fridge, every other arm used to keep himself held to his small home.
Sam walks over to Wriggly Fred, if only for Junior's sake. As he expected, the small child grabs the painting's face and kisses him on his purple forehead; his smile is wide and manic as always.
“Hee hee hee! Little Sam is a good kisser! Now, I give big Sam honorary Fred Kiss! Is very special. Only one time offer.”
“Uh… sure.” Sam shrugs and steps towards closer; he’s accepted worse offers.
As Sam waits, Fred uses four sets of arms to hold Sam’s entire face; he feels slightly smushed. Then, Fred leans in forward and gives the biggest smooch possible to Sam. When he’s done, he smiles.
Sam is confused. That didn’t feel inhuman… but it also didn’t feel very human. He’s not sure what to make of it.
“You have been kissed. Very good for you! If you want more, you always ask! Fred is very generous. Most generous. Mr. Generous!”
With that, he closes his fridge, hiding back away.
It’s a dizzying moment, but when Sam has lost his confusion, he sighs. He’s had worse kisses in his youth. As he stares at the fridge, he notices something staring at him.
Gazing over to a semi dark corner near the fridge is The Spider. It is often hard to notice with its singular eye in the dark. But, it is looking directly at him, so it’s easy to notice. As they stare at each other, The Spider raises a languid mandible to point at Junior.
“Speakest now, Brother. Thy babe gazes upon me with intrigue. What hath it desire?” The Spider speaks with a deathly whisper, its manner of speech only decipherable after a moment of thought.
Sam walks over to the immortal brother, keeping his distance. The Spider looks sharply at Junior, its singular eye all the more prominent with its abyssal black body. When Sam looks down at the rat baby, he responds.
”I think it wants to give you a kiss.”
Junior promptly reaches out its claws to The Spider.
“... such a strange request, is it not? Hath this vessel need thy human cares, it would make it apparent. Yet such a request is beyond desire. What purchase does thy… Junior, embrace from such an act?”
Sam takes a moment to look at Junior and think.
“I’m not sure. I mean, I think it’s cute seeing the little guy give kisses. But it can’t tell me why. Maybe it just… likes making people happy.”
“And thou shall share the merriment? Hath thy conscience found reason in saving that hapless ratling through love? Such a human folly given justification in loss of the self?”
Sam hums.
“Yeah, I think so. I love Junior. And it loves me back. That’s more than enough for me to be happy.”
“Thou art fond of Pastime with Good Company. T’was true then, tis true now. So it is said.” The Spider looks back at Sam. “I shall ruminate upon the knowledge I have garnered thus far. Perhaps we shall speak once more upon this prying force of love, its strength in thy heart. Until then, let the babe come forth, it shall be given its due.”
Sam nods and extends rat baby to The Spider. Carefully, it finds a suitable place to give its kiss; just above its singular eye where its body seems to stretch far. Junior kisses The Spider, seemingly garnering no response from it. When it is done, Junior leans back into Sam’s care. The Spider still stares with intensity.
“... dost thou yearn in ilk?” The Spider looks at Sam with an almost kind eye. “Tis only human to desire. This flesh hath accepted one kindness, two would bring it no damage. And, if I shall be bold to claim… I shalt admit my own desire to feel thy touch upon this form, for this time we have together be brief.”
Sam feels a small smile emerge from inside him.
“Well, I’ve already given out two kisses… another one wouldn’t hurt.”
Sam leans in to kiss The Spider where Junior did before. His lips touch The Spider suddenly, its figure hard to rationalize. Sam is surprised at how cold its skin is, yet similarly, how fuzzy it is. The furry feeling is unlike anything Sam has ever felt, like the cold is ingrained to every fiber with a sensation that feels prickly soft. It makes Sam curious on how petting The Spider would feel, or how strange of an experience a hug would be.
As Sam pulls back from the kiss, The Spider is quick to speak.
“Thou lips are warm, a stark contrast to the babe. Such a feeling is new to me yet is not unwarranted. The Human seed is such a peculiar thing.” The Spider’s gaze is softer now. “Verily I can attest to the debate at hand. Thou art a worse kisser than Junior.”
“What! You’re kidding!”
“There art time still to develop thy skills. Do not falter, Brother. Learn from me.”
Sam scoffs.
“Alright alright, I guess I’ll try harder. I didn’t know I was so bad.”
Sam turns around, smiling. But immediately he is stopped in place, frozen in fear as his entire sight is filled with darkness. As he looks up, he realizes what has happened.
Hellen is right in front of him, looking down, quietly yet menacingly waiting.
“H-Hellen…?” Sam asks, feeling much smaller in the shadow of this hulking woman.
“Sam. You didn’t give me a kiss.” Her voice is focused, pointed. “You’re going to give me one.”
Before Sam can speak, Hellen takes off her paper mask. He feels fear and excitement swell in his gut as her exposed face gazes intensely at him. All of her eyes, warped and churning, wait for him. There’s no place to kiss that wouldn’t feel far too intimate.
“Sam.” Her voice seems to emerge silently from her face, sounding hauntingly demanding. “Do it here.”
Hellen points at her chin, just boarding on her mouth full of teeth.
Sam nods before carefully getting on his tippy toes, kissing her exactly where she said. It’s hard not to feel unnerved. He must keep his eyes open to make sure he kisses the right place, all the while the many eyes bore their gaze into him.
Kissing her feels… weird, but exciting. He’s just kissing normal skin, but at any second, Hellen could lunge at him. It makes the act all the more intense. When Sam finally pulls back, he feels relieved. Hellen quickly puts her mask back on.
“That was new.”
“… was it?”
“Hm. I’ve never had a kiss so bad before.”
“W-what! Oh, come on! It can’t be that bad!”
Hellen doesn’t even respond, she just turns around and walks back into the kitchen.
Sam shakes his head, eventually looking back down at Rat Baby as he walks away.
“Well, how was that buddy?” He scratches its head. “You happy? Or do you want to go and give some more kisses?”
Junior yips, nodding its head as it points over at the dinner table. Sam smiles, already walking there.
“Alrighty, lets go and give out the good cheer. Lead the way, Junior.”
Slowly approaching the dinner table, Sam prepares for the oddities that will surely follow.
“… that’s what they don’t tell ya! It’s not the video games, it’s the data waves! Cuz the video games tell you the truth, while all those radiation waves get in your brain, messing you up! The government wants you like that! Makes it easier to hide all the space gnomes.”
Ernest nods proudly as he points at Dan’s chat, the small collection of viewers watching from his phone.
“You hear that Dan Nation? Expert advice from our buddy Ernest here! I uh… I’m not sure what you’re going to do with that information, but it’s good to know!”
“yES! InfOrmAtion is SmArt! More smArt inFormAtion is… doN’t sQuish Bugs!” The tall assimilation of Roaches nods.
“lisTEn to US! RoaChes are yOur bEst frIeNd!”
The short assimilation of Roaches also nods.
Both of them address Dan’s chat, their greater consciousness filtered through two very loud Roaches.
“Woah, chat! Can you believe it! They finally agree on something!” Dan smiles as he reads the chat. “Uh… yeah! Ernest, smogson is asking you, what video games have you played?”
“Ha! That’s like asking a wheel, how many times have you rolled? Tell me youngster, have you ever heard of… Mazes and Wizards?”
“Oh, the dungeon game? Yeah, sure! But I was asking you about video games.”
“Whatchu mean? Ain’t they the same thing?”
“Hey, guys.” Sam finally enters the scene, making himself comfortable at one of the dinner table chairs.
“Heyyyy! It’s Sam the Man! Welcome, dude! Say hi to the chat, we’re going for a chill stream today!” Dan pans his phone over to the two of them as he leans over to Sam. “Look at you, buddy! Looking cool as usual! And you got your little buddy with you, too! Nice stuff, man.”
Sam nods, not really sure what to respond with after all of Dan’s comments.
“Well howdy there, little guy!” Ernest waves at Junior with a warm smile. “Why, you’re twice as big last I saw you! Reckon at this rate, you’ll be bigger than the world in a month!” Junior crawls out of Sam’s lap and scampers across the dinner table, over to Ernest. “Won’t you be a big ol’ bundle of fuzz? Yes you will! Yes you will!”
Junior’s tail wags as it approaches Ernest, readily taking up all pets and comforts the older man gives it. Sam notices Colonel Squeakums emerge from behind Ernest, making some squeaks. Grabbing the rat king crown, Sam puts it on.
“Well, buggar me, the future generation right b’fore me. Didn’t think I’d run into a little runt without its teeth sharp at me. Like all those other nuts… “
The Colonel keeps his distance, letting Junior and Ernest enjoy each other's amusement; Junior clearly notices and understands some of what he says.
“Junior wanted to come over here and say hi.” Sam points at his child as it begins to play with Ernest’s beard. “It’s giving out kisses. So, be prepared! It’s going to get you!”
“Yer feeling a little sweet now, ain’t ya buddy? Gonna give ol’ Ernest a big ol ratty kiss?” Ernest pulls back and smiles sweetly at the rat child. “Well, it’s been a bit since ol’ squeakums gave me a kiss! Reckon he’s been feeling a little nervous with all the others, but ain’t nothing wrong with being affectionate! The older you get, the more you want people to love ya! And let me tell you Junior, you’d best soak in all the love you can get!”
Junior vaguely nods throughout Ernest’s spiel.
“Awww well, I’ve talked yer ear off enough, buddy. C’mere, right here oughta do it!” Ernest takes his hand and lifts his hair, exposing his forehead.
Rat Baby happily goes in and gives the older man a kiss to the forehead, making sure to pet his hair afterwards; just as he did to it.
“Whoooo wee! I haven’t got a kiss like that since my road playin’ days! But of course, back then, cooties wasn’t made by the government to control the birth rate populous. Did you know babies are born with chips in ‘em?” The Rat Baby turns around, finished with visiting Uncle Ernest. “You’re a real good kid, Junior. Don’t let the space gnomes get cha!”
As Rat Baby scampers back to the dinner table, Colonel Squeakums appears before the child. The Colonel looks proudly at the child, nodding.
“I want to let you know something, kiddo.” The Colonel places a fuzzy hand on its shoulder. “Yer growing up in a strange world, kid. Us rats ain’t taking crap from humans no more. Spent most of my life eating scraps and running from brooms. Fought for m’ own survival. Now, yer looking at a world that’s gonna accept our kind, even if they may not like it.”
Junior sniffs Colonel Squeakums face as he speaks solemnly.
“Kid, stay one of the good ones. Us rats have been through too feckin’ much. Made some of us real nasty. You stay a good kid, stick with this stick here.” The Colonel looks at Sam with an almost… appreciative glare. “He’s dull, but he’s right. Never forget that. You’re in good arms kid. Now c’mere, let me show you a proper rat's kiss.”
Colonel Squeakums then leans forward and gently scratches behind Junior’s ears. The sensation seems quite nice for the child, as its body quickly relaxes as the Colonel scratches behind both ears. When he is done, he pats Junior’s shoulder.
“Stay good, kid.”
As Junior blinks, it quickly leans in and gives Colonel Squeakums a human sized kiss on his forehead. He chuckles, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I should’ve expected that. You’re turning out just like him.”
With that, the Colonel scampers off back towards Ernest.
Junior scampers past Sam and instead approaches the Roaches.
“oH nO! ThE litTle BEaR wanTs mORe!” The two main Roaches figures shuffle, trying to play helpless as the baby gets closer. “wE aRe dOomEd!”
As Rat Baby finally reaches the split Roaches, the two trenchcoats peering at the child. It looks at the two inquisitively, before going to the shorter assimilation of Roaches and leaning in. The short swarm recoils slightly, but as Junior continues, the swarm is given a small ratty smooch. The entire swarm seems to relax as they realize none shall be consumed.
“oH! sMaLL BEaR iS KiNd to RoaCheS!”
“BEaR pErfErs UsLeSs DemoCraCy?!”
“WE wIN mEdiAn vOtE!”
The Rat Baby then crawls towards the taller Roaches, gesturing for them to get closer. As they do, Junior leans in and gives another ratty kiss. The tall Roaches seems to shuffle in joy before turning to their opponent.
“wE ArE bEtTer tHAn yOu! tHe BEaR giVeS a nICer kiSS!”
“YoU WouLD NoT aCcEpT iF nOt foR OuR bOld SacRifIce!”
“thIS iSsue CaNnOt bE soLvEd!”
“aGrEEd! LeT uS coNtinUe aRguIng!”
“AgReeD!”
The Rat Baby ignores their triflings. Instead, it finally makes its way over to the last person at the table: Dan.
“Woah! Hey, little guy!” Dan looks down at the rat child as it stares inquisitively at him. “I guess it’s my turn, huh? Hey, chat, check this little guy out!”
Dan pans his camera to the rat child, who continues to stare, unaware of the handful of people in the chat would proceed to type:
LouisButton: sick
shitgiT: bro ugly af
Joyitcatt: they just like me fr
datamaster5: be CAREFUL! This guy has an instant kill move! :)
TheJudge: INNOCENT
sillybilly: WARNING: SILLY CREATURE DETECTED
Dan checks his stream to read the comments. As he does so, the rat baby crawls forward, climbing up Dan’s jacket before half haphazardly holding onto the top of his heat.
“Woah! Careful up there, little guy!”
Junior then proceeds to give a rat sized smooch to Dan’s bald head. It makes Dan giggle cutely. As he giggles, Rat Baby climbs down back onto the table, moving back towards Sam.
“Ehehe… that little guy is great, Sam! I love it. We should stream together, sometime! Maybe a little experimental stream, see what games we can play with the little squirt.”
As Sam opens his arm to embrace Junior, the child stops right before him. Then, it points at the others. It takes a second before he understands.
Right. It is his turn now. This is going to be a long visit with the others.
Sam rises from his seat, deciding to go in order.
“Hey, Ernest.” Sam approaches him with an awkward smile. “Junior has decided, I need to give out kisses as well. What do you say, want another kiss?”
“Heh! Well, ain’t this a sunny day! Two smooches for ol’ Ernest? I’m gonna feel like a grandpa! Well, sure, this real estate is still open for business!”
Ernest raises his hair, revealing his forehead from before. Sam leans in, giving him a small smooch. His chin grazes Ernest’s hair, which feels oddly smooth. Sam expects his forehead to be oily, but he’s rather dry. But he can’t mistake the very strong smell of vodka emanating from him.
Pulling back, Sam smiles.
“Hooo weee! Did you learn smoochin’ from a pack of wild hyenas? That was the worst kiss I’ve had since that tour in Kansas! And lemme tell you, those corn shuckers only knew how to use their mouths for munchin’ on corn!”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Sam looks at the ceiling, flabbergasted. “It’s not that bad. It can’t be.”
“Heh, well, what does ol’ Ernest know? What about you, Squeakums? Wanna give him a try?”
“I’ll gouge your fecken eyes out.”
“Hmmmm… yup! He’s primin’ to go!”
Sam doesn’t even entertain the proposition. He waltzes over to the Roaches, who look at him expectantly.
“hE WiLL kiSs Us fiRsT! DeMocRaCy diEs wiThOut KiSsEs!”
“hYpErbOle! AppEal to AuThOriTy! FalSe DiLLeMmA!”
“yOu KnOw NoThiNg!”
“YoU KnoW leSS tHaN nOtHinG!”
Sam rubs his eyes.
“Okay, I’m not giving either of you kisses if you’re going to keep arguing.”
“gASp!”
GasP!”
The Roaches remain silent as they both expectantly look at Sam.
“… okay, I can work with this.”
Sam crouches down and pulls both Roach swarms together, giving them both a kiss at the same time. Unsurprisingly, it feels like he’s giving a kiss to thin air and also a shuffling swarm of roach feet. It’s just weird. But he’ll take this more than kissing every single roach.
“There. Now stop arguing.” Sam turns to walk away.
“… hE kiSsEd US moRe!”
“ImPosSibLe!”
Sam ignores them as he finally approaches Dan.
“Sam, my buddy, my pal… I see you’ve entered the Dan Zone.” Dan gestures towards himself with a smug smile, looking a little cute with his cockiness. “Now, buddy, I don’t want to alarm you… but there’s a lot of people betting on you kissing my forehead. I don’t want to sound like I’m swaying the odds here… but I bet you’d give me a kiss on the cheek.”
Sam nods.
“So… what’s it going to be, buddy? I know it’s a hard pick… but let me remind you… I bet our rent on this bet.”
“Dan, we don’t even pay rent anymore.”
“You never know! Mr. Henderson can be a real troll.”
“… alright, I get it. Close your eyes, Dan.”
The Streamer smiles, closing his eyes expectantly. With this advantage, Sam leans in, looking at his stream chat through his phone. It’s hard to read what people are saying. Still, Sam moves his lips dangerously close to Dan’s forehead.
shitgiT: bro his roommate ugly af
Joyitcatt: plz i need that malison merch drop
TheJudge: GUILTY
Fart_boss1776: KISS THAT HEAD
doggey: ARF!!!
sillybilly: you look so silly :)
Sam chuckles to himself. But, he stops. Instead, he moves, going to kiss Dan’s cheek. It’s actually quite soft. Dan must have a good skincare routine, Sam has never noticed him looking bad. The kiss is gentle, the feeling even better as Dan’s smile grows even wider in the middle of it. When Sam pulls back, Dan immediately jumps to the chat.
“I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU CHAT! Where are the donations, guys? I wanna see donations. All of you are PWNED!!!” Dan smiles and practically jumps in his seat, pointing at his chat. “Chat, you can thank my buddy Sam here for this one! Hahahah! Thanks, buddy!”
Dan doesn’t even look at Sam as he thanks him. However, he does offer a fist bump. Sam gladly takes it, feeling cool.
Looking over at his rat child, Junior looks very happy. It opens its arms, waiting to be picked back up. Sam gladly obliges, holding Junior comfortably in his arm.
Looking at the rest of his apartment, Sam realizes there are MANY more people to kiss. He’s got his work cut out for him. Junior seems more than eager to continue the kissening.
Smiling, Sam strolls over the couch, leaning against it.
“Well, what do you say, Junior? You wanna keep going?”
The child yips, pointing at the group in the corner with Aster, Audrey, Morton, and Sybil. They’re busy talking with each other. It seems like they’re getting along well.
“… yeeh!” Junior excitedly moves in Sam’s grasp. “Yeeeh! Ssssam! Kissess!”
Sam’s smile grows even bigger as he responds to his kid.
“Oh… you little scamp!”
Sam feels very happy.