[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

POLKA DOT: Heh, did I make the vibe kinda weird?
CROSSBONE: No! No, just-
CROSSBONE: …okay, maybe a little weird.
CROSSBONE: Not in a bad way, just…
POLKA DOT: Hey, hey, it’s okay.
POLKA DOT: I’d be interested in your plans, yknow.
POLKA DOT: I don’t mind getting back on track.
CROSSBONE: …maybe after a bit of time to cool off.
CROSSBONE: That got me really excited, but…
CROSSBONE: In ways I don’t know how to process yet.
CROSSBONE: I need a breather before I do just about anything…
 

You lean in for a nuzzle, giving her an affectionate squeak-quack to make her laugh.

POLKA DOT: You wanna watch some bad movies or something?
POLKA DOT: We could snuuuuggle.
CROSSBONE: I do like snuggling.
CROSSBONE: And your commentary is always so funny…
POLKA DOT: Hell yes, then. Let’s do it.
POLKA DOT: You and me. Whatever bad tapes you’ve got.
CROSSBONE: Oh, I’ve got a really terrible one…
POLKA DOT: Bet you can carry me over to the couch like this.
CROSSBONE: …you think so?
POLKA DOT: Try it-
 

Cross hauls you under her arm like a suitcase, getting a loud laugh out of you this time.

POLKA DOT: That’s!
POLKA DOT: Like the least flattering way to do this!
CROSSBONE: I’m dubbing it the girlfriend carry.
CROSSBONE: As a tribute to the new step in our relationship.
POLKA DOT: Well, when you put it like that…
POLKA DOT: Let’s do this thing.
 

The two of you settle in after a bit more teasing, watching movie after movie- but it’s not really watching, more just…back noise for your commentary. It’s something you’ve done a couple times before, but it feels nice and new every time, and you always learn a bit more about each other.

Her favorite ice cream flavor is pistachio.

Her least favorite color is yellow.

Her favorite songs feature indiscernible screaming.

Sometimes, she leans in to whisper secrets just for you to hear, almost drowned out by the movie- but just loud enough.

She does want to eat you, a little bit, now that you brought it up. But you have to promise that if the two of you figure out a way, it has to be safe, and that you can come right back. She never wants to lose you.

Not ever.







Sleep comes without you even realizing, consciousness fading as a schlocky romance-horror plays.

You dream in her arms.

What do you see?