#checking mail | asks

"It certainly isn't nightmare material."

"I mean, whatcha wanna me t'do? Be smart and amazing all the time?"

"'sides, Cuphead is the one who took it off!"

If Mugman were being honest, he was slightly afraid of Hilda when she was in that sort of mood. However, in the blend of feelings he usually had, it was nothing but a small drop in the sea. He was, of course, worried. Also a bit amused.

“It is under the paper, dear,” he said with a smile on his lips, picking up the said paper to reveal the hidden item, “Though, maybe instead of countin’ you relax for a moment? You are gettin’ snappish.”

Of course Mugman’s first reaction was to worry. Whatever he was doing was put on hold as his entire attention was drawn to Cuphead.

“Are you hurt anywhere? How did it happen?” He asked as he looked Cuphead up and down, looking for the possible injury.

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“What do you mean ‘of course’?!” Mugman huffed, spreading his arms in a quizzical motion. “Do I look like Djimmi?! I ain’t no mind reader!”

“Cups?” Mugman muttered under his breath when he first noticed his brother outside their house. 

He didn’t react anyhow at first, being mostly surprised and confused. However, when he soon realized just what kind of outfit Cuphead was wearing, Mug rushed to him, growing rather worried. 

“Cuphead! What are doin’ outside dressed like this?!” Once close enough, Mugs could see the answer to his question. “Oh, Cups, don’t tell me you tried to swim this time of the year...” The mug sighed, taking Cuphead’s hands in his, to feel how cold the other was.

Mugman couldn’t and - let’s be honest - didn’t want to say anything. He could only let Hilda go higher up his arm, his face getting redder and redder, heart-shaped clouds of steam leaving his head with each new kiss. All until she reached his lips. A shy, confused, lost to the world, surprised, fascinated, tender, loving, enamored gaze met Hilda’s eyes. Then, when her lips touched his, one last cloud of steam left his head, while his face was almost completely covered in blush.

He should be used to it. He shouldn’t react to each kiss like it was his first. But he couldn’t help it. He needed it so much. To feel loved. To be loved by someone he loved more than his life. When he didn’t even ask. Because he wouldn’t ask. He was stupid like that. Longing for something but never asking for it. Yet, somehow, he was lucky enough to have Hilda, who could, would, and did give him what he wanted, what he needed, without him saying it. 

God, he was getting emotional over a few kisses. Damn it, he was too prideful to cry over such things!

“You could’ve asked first,” he murmured, looking away and hiding his love-stuck smile with his other hand.

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Mugman held in a couple of swears. Instead, Mug gritted his teeth and gave his brother a broad smile. He didn’t want Cuphead to see how hurt he actually was.

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