#plumattacks

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:  Wow, Citrus’ brother is a lot like me. I guess that makes sense?

Current impression:  We need to hang out way more! Seeing as we’re both quite incredible, only incredible things would happen with our prolonged exposure to each other, surely! Maybe we should go hang out somewhere, sometime?

Are they attracted to your muse?:  I don’t think so? I don’t actually know what being attracted to someone feels like, as I’ve said!

Something they find frightening about your muse:  I can’t think of a serious answer, I can only think of how holding that much cuteness and handsome in one skeleton must take terrifying and incredible power!

Something they find adorable about your muse:  You’re so soft and kind! You get excited like I do, and I had no idea why people thought that sort of passion was cute until I saw the same thing in you!

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  Likely! Citrus needs you, a lot of people need you. And I know for sure I can trust you with taking care of them if I couldn’t. I’ve seen you with Rex. You’re so good with them.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?:  Sure? Like I said, we should hang out!

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:  Nope!

He can barely blink before suddenly everything goes dark, being tossed head first into a snowbank. He’ doesnt even know how to feel about this other than accept it, that and the fact that someone not even half his height was able to pick him up and throw him into the snow.

He makes a deep sigh, shifting slightly to make leaning his skull against one of Plum’s knees easier as he stares ot to nothing in particular, dog tag making a light jingle with the movement.

When he does speak, his voice seems soft than it usually does compared ti how boastful and loud he tends to be, a soft whine following pursuit, “ Is it bad I feel like I’ve my sense of purpose?” he asks. It had been something bothering him in the back of his mind, but he never really paid it much attention thinking it would go away eventually. Guess it never did if he’s here talking about it, huh?

                              who was he to deny the little swap a hug  ??  its not like it would kill dingo to  .  with a small huff he picks up the smaller and gives a squeeze  ,  while being mindful of his own strength  .  those when the other doesnt stir it mildly worries him for a second that maybe he squeezed him too tightly  .  though further inspection proves that he only fell asleep  ,  drawing a sigh from the large swapfell  .  first pear  ,  who was tucked into dingos bed  ,  waiting for him to come back  ,  and now plum  .  is he really that comfortable  ??

                                    he guesses it would be the best idea to get him home  .  its exactly where he goes  ,  heading up the stairs and to the swaps room where he quietly enters and carefully lays him under covers  .  being the softie he is tucks plum into bed  ,  gazing down at him for a moment before gently petting his skull and heading back home  .

Plum is holding both Citrus, and Rex.

His brother is upset, due to the fact that Pippap went around his block, approaching on a vent blog instead. Plum regrets demanding Pippap prove his identity through showing his face, because Citrus heard his friends voice, and became distressed, which in turn woke Rex up.

Now, he holds them both, whispering quiet reassurances that things would be okay. Because they had each other. Because he, Muffin, and Cake were not that far away. Because they weren’t alone, and they would heal, someday. They just need time. And they will have time.

He tells them both that they are loved, and even reads to them after a while, until both skeletons, weary from stress and crying, have passed out, just a few pages into the story. Yet he does not stop reading aloud until he has reached the end of the book, where Fluffy and Funny Bunny have their happy ending.

When he leaves the room, he leaves the two curled in each others arms, covered by Citrus’s patchwork blanket, tired smiles worn on their faces.

“Sleep well, baby brothers.”

“nnnthanks… but it wasn’t really me, i can’t do shit. ya should really thank my bro when he uh.. wakes up… hopefully. ahhhh…”