#pansour

-I like to think that Dinosour gives Pancake rides on the jellysaur!

-In exchange, Pancake shares his Acorn Jellies with Dino!

-They go on double dates with Chili Pepper and Custard!

-I have a headcanon that Dino is trans FtM and post-top surgery, and insecure about his scars!

-Pancake, of course, wont have that! He reassures Dino that he is handsome, and a real man!

-On Dino's days where he has dysphoria, Pancake knows how to order food, and they just get a pizza or whatever

Dinosour nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden intrusion of a voice in the darkness. He still squawked aloud, much to the amusement of whoever had spoken in the first place. The gentle laughter was instantly recognizable to Dinosour and, despite his previous fear, his heart warmed at the sound. His head turned up to the treetops to see Pancake lounging among the branches.

Really, Dinosour should’ve expected to be caught sneaking out. He’d never really been great at this sort of thing. Best he could hope for now was to lie his way out of it... “Just going for a walk,” he said with an easy smile. Even Gummi gave a disbelieving huff as she lounged on his shoulder. Dinosour gently patted her head, hoping she’d get the hint to not ruin this for him.

“I don’t believe you,” Pancake said, a smile playing on his lips, “You’re going to Dragon’s Valley.”

Dinosour heaved a sigh. Gummi climbed down from his shoulder into his hands, so he pet her idly. “Maybe. What’s it to you?” The question would’ve sounded a little threatening if the two didn’t know each other so well.

Pancake leaped down from the tree with terrifying ease, seemingly unfazed by the heavy landing on the ground. He stepped close, tracing a soft line from the tip of Gummi’s mouth, to the edge of her tail. Deep in her throat, the dinosaur let out a satisfied sound. “Maybe I just kinda want to know where my boyfriend’s going in the middle of the night?” Pancake said.

The question was light-hearted enough, but it was quiet. Dinosour recognized the tone well. “You don’t need to worry about me,” he said, “I thought what you liked about me is that I’m big and strong.”

Pancake scowled and glared at Dinosour through the tops of his eyelashes. “You’re barely a couple centimeters taller than me.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got these.” Dinosour shifted Gummi over to one arm so he could flex the other. He gave Pancake a wink.

Now it was Pancake’s turn to sigh, but Dinosour still caught the twinkle in his eye. Pancake shook his head, then glanced into the forest beyond. “You know Millennial is telling you to stay home for your own good, don’t you?”

Dinosour frowned. 

“I know you want to go out, but...”

“I’ll be safe.”

“You might be, but that doesn’t stop Millennial from worrying,” Pancake said, “Or me.”

Pancake was right, of course. Despite his sometimes childish nature, Pancake was the wiser out of the two of them. Still, Dinosour was resistant. He’d been disallowed from the Valley for days thanks to some volcanic activity. “It’s almost certainly blown over,” Dinosour said, “Millennial is only tacking on the extra day because he’s a worry-wart.”

“Are you going to call me a worry-wart next, then?” Pancake asked, faking a pout, “I’m too cute for insults like that!”

Dinosour rolled his eyes. 

“Look, how about we make a deal? If you stay home one more night, just in case, we’ll bake some very delicious cookies.”

“That’s what you want to do,” Dinosour pointed out.

“Well then, you’ll eat the very delicious cookies.”

Dinosour smiled, despite himself. “If I can get to them before you do.”

“Obviously.” Pancake smiled back, the expression soothing Dinosour’s soul.

He finally relented, pulling Pancake into a sideways hug to walk back to the house. “Fine.”

Pancake didn’t try to wiggle out of Dinosour’s grasp, instead laying his head on Dinosour’s shoulder. He ignored Gummi’s squeak of protest at her prized perch being stolen. “Thank you,” Pancake said.