Or Just Muffin (he/him Or Any Pronouns)

It was early morning in Gardenview, a small lump shifted underneath the thick golden covers. Shrimpo’s head popping out of its burrow, his internal clock unable to keep him asleep any longer. His brows lower in irritation as he struggles to remember where is he is, growling as his leg gets wrapped up in the blankets. He looked around the extremely decorated room, fancy 50’s décor was at every corner, the drawer tops cluttered in prosocline trinkets and stuffed animals. He looked ahead of the foot of the bed, his mug in a vanity mirror straight out of a Hollywood set, complete with makeup spayed messily about on the counter and potoroids of him and his longtime girlfriend…

Shrimpo cursed as the blankets desired to drop him, crumbling to the floor with an audio thud. He staggered back to his feet, beet red in as much embarrassment as confusion. Why the hell was he in Teagan’s bed? His mind was hazy, barely able to recall the cans of pop he drank last night. Shrimpo felt a headache coming on as he staggered out the door, wandering aimlessly across the apartment. 

“Good morning, dear, had a good night?”

Shrimpo blinks, in the tiny dining room was Teagan, sitting at the table fixing up the busted-up flowers in her clear vase.

“I made you some breakfast, I figured you wouldn’t wanted to be awoken after last night”

The plate wasn’t anything special, just some overcooked toast with butter slabbed on it, along with a glass of water. Shrimpo sat at the table, eating wordlessly as the brain fog began to clear. He remembers now, how the two of them crashed here after ditching some stupid party, how they drank and cuddled and…

Teagan giggled as Shrimpo blushed, his frown deepening at her mocking.

“Oh sorry shrimpy! You just look so silly when mad!

Teagan softens, golden eyes directly at his

“I really must thank you for being with me. To the party I mean, it would have been so much more unbearably boring without you! 

Shrimpo’s tilts his head, he didn’t even want to go to that dumb party, he was set up by that traitorous fish bowl and left stranded in a too loud, too dark, too bright hellhole. Teagan smiled softly, reminiscing.

“When you found me in that closet that night, I was so overwhelmed… you being there really calmed me down. You helped give me the courage to leave and I…”

Shrimpo’s heart jumped as she leaned in close, her orange lips brushing against his forehead.

“I had such a wonderful time with you”

Shrimpo could barely think, his eyes jutted out like a loony toon as Teagan giggled, petting his head and messing up his fur tuff. She gets up, sweeping her nightgown as she collects the dirty plates, adding them to the pile of dirty plates in the sink.

“You know, I have some library books I need to return this morning. It’ll be nice if you tagged along”

Shrimpo scrunched up his face, the library is one of the worse places in Gardenview, if not the world. The books were boring and dusty, it’s so quiet he could hear his brain and Brightney was such a bitch, glaring at him likes he’s going to make the place spontaneously combust! An “I hate libraries!” slipped his lips before he could think. Teagan pouted her lips, eyes half lidded as she clasped her hands in a way the Shrimpo knew spelt trouble for him.

“Oh please Shrimpy? We haven’t had an outling like this in so long! ~  Would you consider if we make it a date? Oh please wont you reconsider Shrimpy? ~”

Shrimpo sighed, embarrassed for this grown woman making puppy dog eyes in his face. He groaned

“FINE! BUT I STILL HATE LIBRARIES, WE’LL LEAVE AS SOON AS YOUR DONE! AND STOP MAKING THAT STUPID FACE, I HAVE PUPPY DOG EYES!”

Teagan enveloped him in a big hug, the crustation squeaking as his eyes bulge out like a stress toy.

“Oh thank you Shrimpy, your much too sweet!”

“I HATE BEING CALLED SHRIMPY! AND I HAVE BEING CRUSHED!”

“Whatever you say dear.”