#mintflare

Mint was casually siting at the park's bench waiting for his partner licking a chocolate mint ice cream (heheh). He watched as passerbys walk past him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew who it was without even looking behind him.

" sup, mint-toss! " Flare exclaimed happily as he sat down next to him. " the sky, of course, heheh! " Mint playfully snipped back. He gave one popsicle to the other in which Flare of course took.

The surface's sun shines above as the two lovebirds chat with each other. They both found a suitable place on the Surface to have their current hangout (Flare refuses to acknowledge it as a date, much to Mint's despair.)

As they both continued, Flare rises the question of squishing Mint's cheek. Huffing, Mint jokingly scoffed. " no, you had your fair share of squishing my cheeks! but i never got to touch your ribcage! i don't think that's fair, my love. "

Flare's whole expression changes into visible fear as he was reminded the first time he got in contact with Mint's cold, cold phalanges.

As soon he saw Mint preparing himself the tickle of his lifetime, he scooted away from him to avoid the attack, but alas, Mint was quick to launch and lets his fingers dance along the holes of the other's chest.

Flare squealed at the sheer coldness and attempts to push away, his smoke churning both purple and a soft pink as he giggled uncontrollably. Once as he managed to get away, Flare ran away as Mint chases him around the now empty park bathed in the warm sunset.