#skippity

Like I will take anything, even NSFW please request I'm dying of boredom-

Hoppity’s turnip, butter and ice cream supply had run out. So, what else was he to do but run down to the Foggy Bog General Store? Alerting his uncles, Hoppity went off.

It was pretty late when Hoppity left, the sky purple in that weird not-quite-sunset not-quite-night state. The stark, bright lights of the store were a bit of an unwelcome change to the outside darkness.

Hoppity went and grabbed his butter and ice cream before promptly getting lost in a sea of turnip greens instead of real turnips.

He'd been buying turnips for fifteen years, darn it, he should know where they were by now.

Suddenly, Hoppity was distracted by a crunch. Not that it was unusual. It was a store and a store that sold chips. Nevertheless, desperate from a break from these disgraces to the name turnip, Hoppity turned around.

Not too far from him stood another frog, a bit lighter skin, in a pink hoodie with a distinctive heart-shaped stitching. The other frog looked at him and, sure enough, heart-shaped pupils.

Hoppity turned all the way around and stepped closer. Skippity shrunk back, clutching their stomach with another crunch. Suddenly, Hoppity realized.

“Are you shoplifting?”

“Shhh!!”

Hoppity was a bit taken aback. Sure, Skippity wasn't the best person. Skippity was the resident troublemaker and was currently on a week-long suspension from school, of course they weren't the best person. But Hoppity never thought they'd shoplift.

“...Skippity,” Hoppity said softly, “Get those chips out of your jacket. Help me find the turnips. You're coming home with me.”

Skippity’s eyes went wide and they shrunk back even more.

“I'm not going to hurt you!” Hoppity said with a small laugh, “We've got real food at home. And a roof! Come over for a night.”

Skippity sighed and gave in, though wasn't any less scared.

Hoppity found his turnips and used the last of his allowance money on Skippity’s chips, then led them back to the tree-n-trailer by the hand.

Later that night, Skippity had accidentally fallen asleep on the couch. Hoppity got a quilt out of the closet and threw it over their body just in case. He’d rather Skippity be sweating in their sleep than die of hypothermia.

Me (from the comfort of my couch): "What? I see you."

Him: I dont see you.

That I am.  XP