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Almost forgot- sketch that I found funny because he looks very squished. I just feel like it's more clear without all the color and sharp lines lol. Bro is tweaking

Little bit of hc drop :3

Dust had a long day. Nightmare was his usual asshole self, giving him missions back to back. He was just done with today. Done with everything. He flopped himself down onto the couch, lit a cigarette, and prepared to utterly zone out. Forget his shitty day.

So explain why that big hunk of an idiot decided right then was the perfect time to walk through the living room, looking for stars knew what. Horror had a deep frown on his face, his single eye scanning the room slowly. Dust didn't care about him. Why should he? But Horror's eyesight wasn't exactly the best and he was annoying him with his presence. Totally had nothing to do with the sudden butterflies in his gut or the intense urge to use him as a pillow. Not at all.

"Whatcha looking for?" Dust grunted, not bothering to stand. Gotta look uninterested.

"The.. heavy cream..." Horror's frown deepened. "I just had it a moment ago."

He couldn't suppress a snort. Not that he hadn't misplaced things a hundred times, but it was always funny when it happened to someone else. Dust took a drag, exhaling slowly before replying, his tone mockingly sarcastic. "Uh huh. And why exactly would it be in here rather than the kitchen?"

He glanced over at Dust with a scowl. "Because I was chasing Killer out of the kitchen. He kept sticking his fingers in the mix, then stole the whole bowl and ran in here. I thought maybe I set it down or something. Never can remember where I put things." Horror huffed, turning to leave.

"Wait." Dust said before he could disappear. "What uh.. whatcha makin'?" Good. Casual. Dust gave himself a mental pat on the back, tugging his scarf up a bit higher.

"Chocolate pudding." Horror glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

Dust paused, then pushed himself upright. "Right... Ain't got nothing better to do. Might as well help ya look." He wasn't doing it out of the kindness of his heart. Nor did he care about that big stupid dog. If he just sat on the couch, his magic would build up and he'd end up miserable. That's all.

Horror looked a bit surprised, but didn't comment. It didn't take long for Dust to find it, and since he was already up, might as well sit in the kitchen or whatever. Make sure Killer didn't show his stupid face again. Dust zoned out. He was definitely not staring at a certain ass. You can't prove anything. Fuck off.

Horror turned and stretched. With the pudding covered and in the fridge, he was done in the kitchen. Dust was admittedly sleepy. Never a good thing when Horror was around.

"You okay, Dust?" He tilted his head. "You look a bit out of it."

Dust just nodded. Why was Horror such a fat ass? Always looking so fucking comfortable. In a severe lapse of judgement, that he most definitely never would have made if he hadn't been so tired, Dust hopped down off the counter and shoved his face in Horror's chest. Had nothing to do with his urges. He was just tired.

Horror froze, his hands held in the air like he didn't quite know what to do. Dust could tell he was nervous without even looking up.

"Mmph... Get yer head outta the gutter..." Dust mumbled. "'M not doin nothin..."

His voice cracked slightly, "Then get yer head out of my tits?"