#abominathan

The weather was beautiful. Thick silver clouds shielded the overgrown orchard below, providing welcome shade for the two killers relaxing under the gate. Billy leaned back against its partners' chest and meowed impatiently.

"What's up?" Leslie murmured, wrapping frogs arms around the attic-dweller. It snorted. "B-b-billy's hungry." It grumbled, throwing its hands up in frustration. "It wants c-c-cookies."

Giggling, frog grabbed its hands and held them firmly. "Billy, we just had cookies." "Ugh!" It whined, tossing its head back. "Shut up. Sh-shut up. Ehh. Quiet."

Leslie smiled, nuzzling Billy's neck. "We can have more later. Right now I want to enjoy the breeze with you."

Silence settled over them as the smaller man calmed down, leaving just the sound of rotting leaves rustling in the wind.

After a moment, the moaner twisted sharply around, taking Leslie by surprise. "Something wrong..?" Frog asked hesitantly, looking for some sign of displeasure in Billy's face. It shook its head, cupping frogs face with twitchy hands.

"Kiss me." It breathed, blinking rapidly and curling its fingers. Licking frogs lips, Leslie pulled Billy's hands away. "Is that serious, or are you just- saying things?" Caution crept into frogs voice.

"S-s-serious! Serious! Wanna kiss Leslie on the lips-!" Whined frogs partner, leaning in.

"All right, all right!" Grabbing its shoulders, frog pulled it forward and pressed frogs lips against its, slowly closing frogs eyes. Billy enthusiastically returned the kiss, making cat noises and hissing throughout. When frog finally pulled away, frogs datefriend looked like it was about to scream from joy.

"You good?" Frog chuckled, leaning back.