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“Barreleye…~!”
8-bit sighed as she watched Goggles walk into the living room of the shared apartment with the strange combination of Pickleplums in one hand and Peanutbutter in the other. She refrained from commenting, but the scowl she wore was a good indicator of how she felt about it.
Barreleye, on the other hand, was very interested in the peanut butter, because he likes nuts.
“Goggles! What are you doing with that jar of peanut butter, my friend?” He asked, unsure of why his heart pounded just a wee bit faster once Goggles entered the room.
“I'm gonna eat it, because I like nuts,” he smiled warmly, subconsciously presenting the peanut butter to the room, where only 8-bit and Ocho currently resided, other than, of course, Barreleye.
“I ALSO like nuts!” He pushed himself off the couch and towards Goggles, his tentacle bobbing slightly at the movement, “Can I eat your nuts?”
Goggles put down his jar of Pickleplums to give both hands to grip the Peanutbutter, needing one hand to stabilize it. “Sure!” Goggles started to turn the lid of the jar, struggling as he did so, “Er, just-... give me a second…-!” He grunted.
Wireglasses walked in from another room to witness the scene, arching an eyebrow and letting his gaze linger on the inkling and octoling as they made fools of themselves in the middle of the living room, not bothering to look at 8-bit or Ocho's uncomfortable faces at the wording the pair were using.
“Here, let me help you,” he reached for the lid, his hand grazing Goggles's. Goggles had been turning it backwards, and it was actually quite a loose lid once you turned it the other way.
Pop!
“There we go!” Barreleye exclaimed, watching Goggles poke his finger in the jar and eating a drop of the peanut butter.
All while Wireglasses stood in the doorframe.
“So-”
Goggles grabbed back the peanut butter before Barreleye could finish, before proceeding to shove the contents of the jar down Barreleye's throat, watching in delight as Barreleye only kinda choked.
Barreleye sputtered a bit, but he didn't mind choking on nuts, and was able to scarf it down.
Once Goggles pulled the jar away, Barreleye started coughing a bit, some peanut butter still clinging to his mouth, Goggles froze, “...you have some… on your face…” he murmured, gesturing lazily at his own face, before reaching out his free hand towards Barreleye, grazing his lower lip as his thumb flicked towards the spot.
He rubbed it, unaware of how close they were now. Barreleye subconsciously let his hands fall onto Goggles's chest, pulling him just a fraction closer.
Goggles's eyes lidded slightly as he looked up at Barreleye, he then went in closer, his lips tentatively pressing his, barely even touching, before he leaned in fully, Barreleye's hands moved down to Goggles's waist as he tilted his head.
The warm embrace was silently viewed by the members of the room, Ocho turned away with an annoyed and, albeit, slightly confused and concerned face, letting his sight travel intently towards the potted plant. 8-bit had her phone out, playing block blast as she held up her middle finger at the two of them.
All while Wireglasses stood in the doorframe.
His eyebrows both fully went down, and he gritted his teeth, his face practically red.
What exactly did this guy think he was doing with HIS man?
Step.
“I'll blow this damn house down if y'don't fuckin’ move your ass right now, Barrel.”
Barreleye flinched away, his lips damp from the kiss he had just shared with Goggles. His blood went cold as he looked at the expression on Wireglasses’ face.
“W-Wireglasses?!” He sputtered out, embarrassed as he realized the people in the room had seen the… affectionate gesture, his cheeks flushing pink as he nervously smiled, unaware of the dynamic Goggles and Wireglasses had shared, “Jeez, this is embarrassing!” He laughed a bit, 8-bit pointed her hand just a smidge higher.
“Goggles,” he turned to face the blue inkling.
Goggles's face was also flushed from the rush of the moment and the lingering embarrassment, “Oh! H-hello Wireglasses…!”
Wireglasses lowered his eyes, “what was that.” His tone less of a question and more of a demand, he flicked his tongue out to his lips.
Goggles bit down on his lips and gulped slightly, “Well, uh… We kissed-?”
“And why would you waste those pretty lips on him?” the left corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
Goggles's throat went dry and his face burned, the comment making his stomach do somersaults, “I-”
And then the house exploded cuz wire is no lier and a protective alpha for his kitten and everyone died uwu