-clings to amos- "'m sorry that I was away for so long. I didn't think it'd be for that long." [from bear bc I'M LAME AF AND BEAR MISSES HIS BOOGEYMAN DEARLY ;n; ]
Amos is smothered by a body holding him close–the cannibal smiles a crooked smile and wraps his own arms around it in return.
“A-ah it’s okay–really, I know you didn’t mean to…”
Fluttering his eyelashes, he snuggles closer to Bear.
“I haven’t really been feelin’ all that well myself–but I’m okay.” The short little boogeyman chirps and puffs his chest out, trying to seem tall.
“I’ve missed you, mate.”
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Scrunching his nose, he wobbles on his tipy toes, clinging to Bear above him. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t reach fully, he’d fall trying. He carefully rakes his fingers through the dragon’s hair, attempting to be soothing in some odd way. Amos was only smiling wide–while trying not to feed the urge to shed some tears in happiness at Bear’s return–because he was the boogeyman, he was tough!
…dammit, but maybe not today because if his mate kept looking at him like that–
Amos hums, nodding, “Yeah–I’m feeling much better…now that you’re here, you know.” He brings Bear’s head down closer to him and begins kissing every inch of the tired face. He purrs to the mutant, tugging him gently with concern obvious on his face as well. “Well at least they know not to mess with you anymore, right?” He puffs out his cheeks and furrows his brows. “A-and if they don’t, I’ll come with you an-and just scare them really bad! That’ll work for sure…right?” He gnaws on his bottom lip, grabbing one of Bear’s hands and pulling gently on it. “Come to bed with me…won’t you? I haven’t been sleepin’ so well without you…”
It shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did, that assault of kisses - still, Bear emitted a startled squeak, scrunching his face up with each peck. But he smiled, entirely heartfelt, and each kiss brought with it more and more alleviation from the constant stress he’d been under for those weeks.
“I wish they did but I don’t think they’re gonna let me go that easily. I know too much.” The thought struck like a hot iron rod and the smile faltered on his face. Before any more thoughts could accompany it, the mutant shoved them down, holding onto the extended hand tightly, giving a shaky laugh. “You scarin’ ‘em? That’d be interestin’ to watch. I’m sure you could do it, though; they’re a bunch of wussies.”
Without a verbal answer, Bear trailed behind the boogeyman to the bed, not hesitating at all to kick his grimy boots off and crawl beneath the covers, drawing closer to his mate as though he were scared of the space between them. A heavy exhale passed through his nose, expelling the worries that plagued him, and one inhale replaced all of it with the comforting scent of the boogeyman that he’d missed so dearly.
“I love you, Amos. I don’t wanna leave you again.”
