"Hey, I got something for you. Since you gave me the owl, I figured you like plushies, right? It's cute, like you."

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou—" His eyes are glassy with tears as he accepts the gift, cradling the plushy in his arms, burying his face into the plush fabric. "A-Ah, It even smells l-like you!"

He sets the plushy aside, carefully sitting it upright so it faces away from the two of you. He quickly captures your lips with his own, tongue slipping out amidst his excitement. "I'll take care of it! It can sleep in my bed a-and I'll cuddle it every n-night—"

He wipes his face with his sleeve, blushing hot as he begins to process what you said.

"C-Cute? M-Me?"

His hands fly to his cheeks, feeling the heat beneath them as a disturbing smile creeps onto his face. He looks up at you, eyes flooded with admiration.

"B-But— He's— He's touching you!" Kylar blubbers, smearing snot along the front of your shirt as he uses it as his own personal hankerchief. His hands fist into your clothing, preventing you from moving entirely. "A-And you told me to go away!" He bawls louder, his actions morphing into violent, wild movements triggered by an onslaught of jealousy.

You were letting Robin hold you. Letting him sob into your arms—letting him lean on you! These were things Kylar would never do with anyone else - so why were you doing them with Robin?

"He wants to be m-more than just friends - I know it - you don't s-see it but I do!" He tugs you down to meet his level, tears still streaming endlessly down his face. "Y-You're too nice to other people— people like him will use y-you! Please, my love, just - just listen to me!"

You feel your body slump, a sudden wave of nausea flooding every extremity. Everything's fuzzy. Washed out enough that with every second that ticks by, your eyes struggle to stay open.

Kylar doesn't respond at first, only letting out a high-pitched squeaky noise before eagerly wrapping his arms around your torso under the thin barrier of your pyjamas. He presses his nose against neck, breathing you in deeply before he quietly speaks against your skin.

"I c-couldn't sleep too... I knew you were awake—"

He pauses abruptly, taking a moment to squeeze your sides with his hands, relishing the feeling of your uncovered skin beneath his palms and his whole body shudders against you as he does so. He sighs happily, pulling the two of your bodies flush against one another, close enough that you can feel his heart bashing against his ribs.

"—You were breathing different,"

He shifts, tilting your head down to face him. Your eyes flick down to gauge his expression, something you've long-been accustomed to. His lips are pulled into a bashful smile and his eyes don't meet your own for a couple seconds. Then he looks at you, all carnal desire and want.

“KYLAR I GOT YOU CORNERED SO QUIT PISSING YOURSELF AN-…”

“God damn it right when I was about to say something cool I got shot”

"I got you!"

He giggles, still pointing the cheap laser tag gun against your now-flashing chest piece. The fluroscent lights from around the darkened space illuminate his face, but the rest of his body is shrouded in darkness.

"I-I wasn't cornered! I was being strategic! Now I have you underneath me a-and—"

He pushes you further into the corner, strobe lights blaring behind his body as the room begins to feel so much darker than before.

Kylar hums softly, holding you tightly against his chest in post-coital ecstacy. His idle petting on your skin stops as he thinks about his answer.

"I don't know,"

He continues his petting, smiling as you huff in frustration at his non-answer. You make a move to get up and leave, but Kylar wraps a surprisingly strong arm around your waist, preventing you from moving any further. His voice is light and breathy as he readjusts you back against his bony chest once more.

"I think... If past lives were a thing, we'd have to be together."

Softly, while his eyes close from the slew of endorphins, he adds:

“i wish you could be more like sydney.”

"You don't m-mean that."

You feel the point of their nose digging into the crown of your skull as they breathe in your scent. Kylar's bandaged fingers dig into the plush flesh of your sides, squeezing like a stress ball as they assure themself of the undying love you share for one another.

"You love me."

Their voice shakes as they speak, clearly doubting their own words as they look down at your captive form.

"You're just upset that I had to tie you up! A-And I promise I'll untie you s-soon!"

They bury their face against your hair again, this time with an amass of snot and tears dirtying each lock.

Kylar's silent. You can see the trepidation on their face. They breathe in deeply, looking up at you with honest eyes.

"I-I guess... I wish you were playing Cass instead of Sydney though,"

They look disgusted as they think further, brows furrowed as their teeth gnaw into their already-bruised bottom lip.

"W-We won't have to kiss though, right? I couldn't imagine kissing anyone o-other than you, m-my love."

They look back to the floor, averting their eyes awkwardly.

"Stargazing?"

Robin pauses his game, placing his controller down on the carpet in front of him. He turns to face you, blush faintly painting his cheeks.

"I mean— I'd love to!" He smiles cheekily, tugging you closer so your bodies press firmly against one another. The game is entirely forgotten as Robin leans close enough to kiss, his breath fanning out over the sensitive skin of your lips.