That was kinda rude of you Phineas. Didn't even ask the guy what he preferred to be called. What if he wasn't even /made/ of gingerbread, dude???
“Well, I mean, Gingerfolk are some the only species that look like this and are common enough to show up around, I’ve just never seen-”
“Stop-” Funnel flails his hands. “-Talking about my species! It’s scary enough that I’m even here, I really don’t need anyone making me think about what I am and making me realize how-how SMALL I am.”
To Funnels surprise, Phineas actually zips his lips. As in, he moves his fingers across them and a locked up zipper takes the place of them. He points to the display with a questioning tilt of his head and a thumbs up and, despite everything, Funnel cracks a small smile and lets out a tiny, broken chuckle.
“That’s silly,” he mumbles, hugging his legs. “That’s not what I meant, heh...”
He purposely keeps “I haven’t done that in a while.” solely in his mind.
Phineas’ eyes open up wider before he closes them and nods with his hands held up in understanding. He reaches up to tuck a lock of hair back behind his ear and like magic, there’s a shiny gold key with what Funnel can only assume to be his initials on it held in his hands. He holds the lock in place as he gets it open and unzips the zipper, flicking the key away out of sight once it’s gone from his face.
“Between you and me, Funnel Cake, even I’m starting to think that the key to this conversation is biting my tongue.”
Funnel hides behind his hand as he fights poorly to suppress a snicker and Phineas beams, but when he goes to talk again, Funnel beats him to the punch.
“F-Funnel.” Funnel says quickly and carefully, slowly lowering his knees to sit crisscross when Phineas raises an eyebrow. “Just Funnel is alright. You-You keep calling me Funnel Cake and it’s just.. not that necessary.”
After a moment, Phineas gives him that familiar crooked smile again.
“I think you and me have gotten off on the wrong foot, Funnel.”












