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"FUCK!" Doggie yells a little too loud after another close failed attempt at grief. "YOU KNOW WHAT I'M ENDING STREAM RIGHT NOW!" He yells again and ends the (1000th) grief stream. Zoink ruffles his hair and leans on the back of the chair with his normal feminine energy. "Haha, calm down, I'm sure you'll get it next time." Zoink says.
Doggie sighs and stands up, walking his tall, lanky body to zoinks bed and flopping down on his back. "Thank you." He mumbles; still tired from the stream. Zoink leans over top of doggie. "You know what; stay here for the night, you look exhausted."
Doggie looks at zoink with a friendly-ish look, then he sits up and grabs zoinks chin lightly. "Okay, I'll stay zoinky-woinky." He playfully says. Zoink smiles and walks towards the door. "Good, now settle in, I'm going to make dinner." Zoink says. "Alright." Doggie says as a final agreement to stay the night.♡
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Doggie slurps up zoink's spaghetti. "Mmm it's so good!!" He says with a grin. Zoink has a silent triumph. "Glad you like it.:)" Doggie looks up at him. "No really! What's the recipe?!"
Zoink gets up and puts his plate on the pile of dishes that doggie promised to clean (but didn't). "It's my mom's recipe... I like to keep it a secret for family only." He answers. Doggie takes another long slurp. "Then I guess I have to join the family."
"What?" Zoink says and turns around in shock. Zoink process what he said and almost chokes on the noodle (but has to swallow it because he likes it to much to waste). "WAIT, not like that!!!!" Doggie corrects loudly. Zoink giggles and shakes his head playfully before walking out of the kitchen and yelling: "I'm going to have a shower!" From the hallway.
Doggie looks in a mirror and sees his tomato-red face from embarrassment (or something more). "Fuck, he's so damn hot..." he mumbles and walks to the bedroom... "FUCK- THAT TWINK IS MAKING ME GO CRAZY! AHG!!!" he yells.
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Doggie was playing some tidal wave to improve his skills on zoink's computer. "Hey, I'm out of the shower now." Zoink says from behind him. Doggie pauses tidal wave and turns around. "Hey-" he starts but gets cut off by his own shock. Right there is zoink shirtless with only a towel around his waist still wet from the shower. "After tonight you'll need another shower..." doggie whispers to himself.
"Huh, what'd you say?" Zoink asks. "NOTHING...!" Doggie answers too quickly. Zoink shrugs it off and sits on the bed in a w-sit position((iykyk)); revealing too much of his thighs for doggies singular braincell. "Oh 70 percent on tidal wave, good job." Zoink says. But doggie is not focusing on tidal wave anymore.
Doggie sits in front of zoink, his eyes locked onto zoinks stomach and abs. They sit there for a while before Zoink randomly rests his head on doggie's shoulder. "You're a good friend. Thank you." He says into his shoulder and his voice gets slightly muffled by his sweater that doggie is wearing. Doggie smiles with a bright red face. "*sigh* your welcome."
Zoink lays down and turns the other way. "Anyway I'm going to bed, sleep where and when you want." He mumbles with drowsiness. Doggie clears his throat. "Can I sleep on your bed...?" Zoink doesn't even turn around, he just simply hums: "mhm, yeah." And moves to the side for doggie.
Doggie's face turns a colour similar to a stop sign. He lays down facing towards zoink. He is considering spooning zoink, and the urge is too powerful; he wraps a arm around zoink but zoink tenses. "FUCK HE'S GOING TO THINK I'M WEIRD WAAA!!" he thinks painfully, his one braincell fighting it's self. But then a miracle happens; zoinks ears turn a blush pink and he snuggles closer.
"Goodnight doggie..."
Fin. (For now.)
