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Ze, Moe, and Regect were watching the live tv. Ze was perched on the back of the couch, occasionally having to close a window of Regect's as it were laying in front of him. Moe was sitting relaxed against the edge, and Regect was laying against her and taking up more room than what should be possible.
Ze was getting hungry, and during an add block he quietly stepped off the back. He walked into the kitchen and looked in the pantry, looking for something edible. Ah! A half eaten bag of cool ranch doritos.
He returned to the living room and saw Regect staring at where he left. He raised a wing in a greeting and hopped back up. He opened the bag and saw the plainest fucking chips he's ever seen. He flicked his tail as he realized why the chips were half eaten. (They were chuds who ate a family bag of chips in one sitting together.)
Ze decided he truly didn't give a fuck and began to eat them. Moe stuck their hand out in front of Ze and he gave them the best looking chip in the entire bag.
Regect stuck its hand out and Ze gave it a broken plain chip. It looked smug until it saw what was given to it, which it turned around immediately, tail lashing (A sign they've come to associate with a playful anger.)
It grabbed the back of the couch, hands just on the outside of where Ze's talons were resting. "Bitch what the fuck was that?! THAT'S A FUCKING TORTILLA CHIP. NOT a delicious cool ranch Dorito."
"Someone had bought reduced fat. That's just what's left." Ze smacked Regect, closing its windows.
Moe was watching them both, enjoying the much more entertaining show. Ze had just gotten a really good rare normal chip and ate it in front of Regect. They were fighting on the ground now, Ze jumping around Regect while holding the "prized" bag of chips out of reach.
Regect punched Ze in the chest and he started coughing. He had swallowed a bite that really shouldn't have been swallowed yet, and his throat hurt. But that wasn't what was concerning. He was coughing up blood.
Regect hadn't seen yet and was still making fun of him, and snatched the bag. Usually that'd be fine, but not right then, "Dude I am coughing up blood. Oh shit."
Regect paused and turned around and looked at him, concern lacing its entire body. It watched him, carefully approaching. It looked at Ze's hands and gasped, looking down into his eyes.
Moe started worriedly honking, running over the them. She was asking so many questions, he didn't notice. He didn't notice the small trembling in Regect, their eye turning glossy while tears began to form.
"I'll go over to Wakafonte's place and get a health potion. That'll fix whatever this is. Wait here for me, alright?" Ze said to the two of them and began to turn around.
Regect broke out of their trance, grabbing Ze's arm. "Please don't go. I- please- I'm sorry, I'll never- please- don't leave-" the tears were falling now, and Regect wrapped their tail tight around Ze.
They were rambling, and Ze turned back around, "Hey, shhh, its okay. I'll... stay here. Moe? Can you go get a health potion from Wakafonte, please?"
Moe furiously nodded and ran out the door.
Ze turned to Regect and tried to wrap his wings around them, but then he started coughing again. It was truly a concerning amount of blood, and he had a sore throat now. Maybe it was the fuck ass chip he ate.
But anyhow, he straightened himself and pulled Regect downwards into a tight hug with his wings. They immediately fell down into Ze, their knees (?) giving out. Their breath came in quickly and left unevenly, or maybe the other way around.
Ze knew immediately that this had to do with something that has happened to Regect before. He may act like he doesn't care, but he always pays close attention.
Regect was gripping him like he'd fly away at any moment. But Ze would never bring up the holes formed in his hoodie from them. He'd quietly mend it, just like he's done many times before.
"It's alright, I ain't gonna leave you, alright? It'll be okay."
"But I- I did this to you- I should be-" Regect whined into Ze's hoodie.
"Shh. I'm pretty sure it's fi-" Ze started coughing again, with more blood.
He sighed, "It'll be okay. Moe will come back here with s health potion, I'll drink it, and anything that's wrong with me will be gone."
"...B-but I did this to you..." They trailed off, burying their windows even further into Ze.
"Dude. I've ran into more trees than I can count. If one punch makes me cough up this much blood, then I'll be anemic by the end of the week." He started rubbing the entity's back.
He politely ignored the small sobs and whimpers being emitted from the entity. Eventually they made their way back over to the couch.
Moe busted back in, worriedly honking. They'd gotten the potion, and handed it over to Ze. He took it and chugged it down, wincing at the flavour.
He felt a wound on the back of his throat close up. Apparently it had been the Doritos that did this to him. If he told Regect, he knew he'd never be allowed to eat s chip ever again.