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Good thing he decided to do this at nighttime. Mrs Fillyjonk has a strict sleep schedule, and he had practically memorised it by now, so this would be easy. All he needed was a few blankets and sheets then he was gone. She would be upstairs, getting herself ready anyway. But as he reached the clothing line outside, he smelt something. It distracted him quite easily and he followed said smell to the source: a half eaten pie from that evening, in the paws of Sniff.
âWhat are you doing here?!â Stinky yelled in a hissed whisper, catching Sniffâs attention.
âAh! W-Whatâs it to you?! Why are you here?!â Sniff responded, his yelled whisper a bit too loud. Stinky shushed him.
âWhy would you do this without me? You know Iâm always up for crime.â
âWhy were you here without me?â
âWell why were you?â
Suddenly, the front door slammed open. It turned out Mrs Fillyjonk had forgotten something downstairs and had heard them talking. She was now there with a broom in her paw.
âTHIEVES! CRIMINALS!â she screamed, and began to chase them away, waving the broom around aimlessly. Stinky yelped and Sniff grabbed him by his paw, running away with the pie in his other paw.
Eventually they escaped into the woods, as Mrs Fillyjonk was too scared to enter a forest at night. Breathing heavily, Stinky collapsed against a tree as Sniff placed the pie down on a stump.
âItâs quite the coincidence I found a place with a tree stump, isnât it?â he asked, to which his furry friend laughed, still out of breath.
âI needed thatâŠâ Stinky sighed finally, âReally, I didâŠâ He stood up slowly and walked up to Sniff, looking up at him as Sniff looked down back. Their height difference was something Stinky was used to, and was why the nickname âstickâ just stuck. It began as something he used when he didnât know Sniffâs name and just named him after his complexion. But after that afternoon where they hid Manhattan Dynamite together, the word stick gained a whole new meaning. Sniff was his stick, someone who was useful, someone who meant something despite looking so bland and fragile. And now, it was a petname, as the two had confessed their love a few days back.
âSo, uhh,â Stinky began, taking his fuzzyâs paw into his own, more tenderly than the other had taken his earlier, âyou didnât tell me why you were stealing that pie. Were you just hungry or..?â Sniff looked to the side, clearly nervous, but he gripped onto Stinkyâs paw and sighed, looking back down at him.
âI just thought⊠I thought maybe we could share it. You know, together? As a um⊠as a couple?â he admitted. Stinkyâs eyes widened and his face went red. This was awkward.
âW-Well I was trying to steal some blankets so we could make a fort together!â he blurted out with a smile, laughing at his own stupidity. Sniff ended up laughing too, and Stinky, feeling a little playful, tackled him to the ground with a hug. The two of them lay there in each otherâs arms, shaking with laughter and smiling the biggest smiles ever.
Eventually they relaxed and looked into each otherâs eyes. Stinky liked that they had the same eye colour, it was quite nice to find someone he connected to so much. Not so much just on a personality level or a societal level, but they were so similar in other ways too. They were both brown, they both had the same colour of eyes, they were both under the transgender umbrella, him being trans masc and Sniff being non-binary with he/him pronouns, and they both loved each other, which was another similarity.
He had only now realised how much he wanted to kiss this goof. Though he wasnât sure how to initiate it. First kisses usually come from instinct, right? So he just⊠went with his instincts. And it seemed Sniff did the same, as they both found themselves kissing each other after both of them moved to initiate it at the same time. Both of them stared forward in surprise, not expecting any of this. But soon enough Stinky had shut his eyes and pulled Sniff closer, and Sniff followed along after. The pie might have gone cold by then, but none of them cared, they were busy caring about each other.
Someone had come across them and was now watching in the shadows. It was Snufkin. He didnât have much of an opinion on him, only scratching Stinky on the nose out of self defence, but after he had yelled at his sister about her transphobic past, he started to get a little worried about him. So he began to watch Sniff and Stinkyâs hangouts from somewhere they couldnât see him, and right now he was in the tree Stinky had been sitting under. And he finally saw how much they cared for each other, how much they loved each other. And he smiled. He was glad Sniff finally felt appreciated, as well as Stinky.
stinkyâs great in this one
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*Stinky is in the forest, hiding his Manhattan Dynamite with Sniff in a tree trunk*
Sniff: *is silently sitting on a log, fiddling his fingers*
Stinky: you good, stick? You havenât said a word in a while
Sniff: âŠam I a bad person?
*he stops hiding the alcohol and looks over at Sniff*
Stinky: what do you mean?
Sniff: do I need to understand people to be good? Must I be like everyone else to be good? Am I not normal�
Stinky: *smirks at him* what even is normal to you, stick?
Sniff: âŠnot meâŠ
*Stinky sighs and sits down on the log with Sniff*
Stinky: alright spit it out, youâve been acting weird all day, are you chickening out about what weâre doing or-
Sniff: n-no Iâm having fun! I just think⊠well⊠oh gosh *grips his ears and closes his eyes tightly shut*
Stinky: hey hey, cool it! Need a drink or something? *he glances at the trunk in silence for a bit* âŠmaybe not. Oh I have an idea
Sniff: *he slowly lets go of his ears* you do�
*one idea later*
Stinky: *holding a stick over a fire, on the stick is a fish. He has a scratch on his nose* I told you it would work
Sniff: I had no idea Snufkin had claws
Stinky: *holds the stick to the side* heâs part cat, what would you expect? *he holds the stick back over the fire* now, tell me what happened?
Sniff: what happened�
Stinky: when you heard about being normal
Sniff: well⊠my friends never really seem to like me I think. Most of the time they treat me like a burden⊠that day with the trial and those two creatures, I got a little riled up and⊠well⊠I was cursed
Stinky: cursed? How?
Sniff: âŠcursed to understand feelings. Forced to, well⊠understand people
Stinky: thatâs not all, is it?
Sniff: hm?
Stinky: you werenât just cursed to understand people, were you?
Sniff: well it was like⊠I was cursed to act like how everyone wanted me to be. Like someone else entirely⊠they actually started acting nicer towards me⊠it was nice but deep down I hated it. I hated that I didnât feel like me and that I was saying things I wouldnât say⊠I felt really hungry afterwards. Food comforts me. I ate a lotâŠ
Stinky: oh my-
Sniff: Stinky, the fish!
Stinky: OH!
*the fish was on fire. He blew it out*
Stinky: itâs⊠a little crispy *he chuckled lightly*
Sniff: no no itâs okay, itâs the thought that counts *he takes a bite of it and his nose scrunches up* hm⊠a little on the charred side *he lets out a quiet laugh as he eats the lot*
Stinky: woah, you eat fast
Sniff: *throws the stick into the fire* Iâm used to it I suppose. I eat a lot
Stinky: that is very troubling considering food is a comfort thing
Sniff: comfort isnât just for stress, itâs a familiarity. It makes me happy. Like stimming, have you heard of that?
Stinky: not really?
Sniff: everyone does it! Itâs like something you do when youâre feeling a certain way, like when you tap your foot when youâre waiting, your tail wags when youâre happy-
Stinky: I brush my fur with my paws when Iâm nervous?
Sniff: yeah, that! I do that sometimes because my thoughts get too big
Stinky: too big for food?
Sniff: that and I canât always find food
Stinky: ah *laughs slightly* well, itâs getting dark, you should be heading home or whatever *he stands up* I should work on hiding this-
*he stops in his tracks as a pair of arms wrap around him*
Stinky: hey, what the-!
*he looks back and sees Sniff on his knees hugging him with all his might*
Stinky: âŠstick?
Sniff: thank youâŠ
Stinky: I- well⊠*a bit of pink shows up on his cheeks as he looks to the side* âŠnobody has ever thanked me for anything beforeâŠ
*Sniff lets go and Stinky turns around, putting his paws on Sniffâs shoulders*
Stinky: donât let anyone tell you how to be yourself, okay? Only you know how to do that, and you have explained that very well to me. Just⊠keep being the stick I know
Sniff: my name is Sniff-
Stinky: do I look like I care? Youâre my stick, and sticks are useful despite how skinny and annoying they seem. A stick made you the fire you got that fish from
Sniff: *his cheeks goes pink too* Iâm usefulâŠ?
*Stinky nods*
Stinky: now, go and get some sleep
*Sniff grins and presses his snout against Stinkyâs nose, rubbing it a bit before standing up and running off*
Sniff: bye Stinky! See you tomorrow!
*Stinky watches him in shocked silence. He slowly places a paw on his nose*
Stinky: *quietly* bye, stickâŠ

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*Sniff is waiting in the forest*
Sniff: did he get it..? Iâm not even sure if I can mail things to police stationsâŠ
âŠ
Sniff: I mean itâs not time yet. Iâll go and break him out
*at prison*
Stinky: but Iâm supposed to be given that letter!
Inspector: well, someone could be trying to break you out
Stinky: with a letter?!
Inspector: âŠyes?
Stinky: youâre just keeping me from having fun, DAD!
Inspector: I am giving you the rightful punishment according to law
Stinky: AW COME ON!
*at night, the Inspector is asleep*
Stinky: hm⊠the keys are right there⊠damn, I canât reachâ
*the door opens. Sniff is there!*
Stinky: stick..! Oh thank god⊠can you get the keys?
Sniff: I was planning to *he unlocked the cage with the keys*
Stinky: yes! Freedom! *he whisper cries, running right past Sniffâs open arms and out the door*
Sniff: âŠoh
*theyâre walking in the woods*
Sniff: did you get my letter?
Stinky: my cop dad wouldnât let me have it. He sucks, but heâs a cool guy sometimes I guess
Sniff: oh, that explains it
Stinky: well, what did you need? More food? Crime?
Sniff: well⊠I actually wanted to um⊠talk
Stinky: *he seems scared* talk? About what? Is it bad? Did I do something wrong?
Sniff: no no you did nothing wrong⊠I just want to talk about us⊠how weâre doing
Stinky: o-oh⊠okay?
*they find a fallen tree and sit down*
Sniff: so⊠weâre friends, right?
Stinky: yeah? Of course. Though I didnât think youâd see me that wayâŠ
Sniff: of course I do, youâre cool! But um⊠do you like me or do you just⊠tolerate me? Like everyone else?
Stinky: I⊠*sighs* I do like you, stick, more than I like anyone else and more than anyone else likes you. And possibly even more than you know. Youâre just⊠really important⊠to me⊠you understand me, you know?
Sniff: *nods* I like you for the same reasonsâŠ
Stinky: well, weâre both cast out from society, right?
Sniff: right
*they sit there in silence for a while*
Sniff: âŠwould it be weird to say that I love you?
Stinky: hm?!
Sniff: it was weird, huh?
Stinky: n-no! Not at all! Not at allâŠ
Sniff: is something wrong�
Stinky: usually when someone loves me they throw me away⊠my parents kicked me out because they loved me⊠the Inspector locks me up because he cares for my safety around law and stuff⊠what about you� Will you throw me away too?
Sniff: n-never! Why would I do such a thing?!
Stinky: because it seems normalâŠ
Sniff: itâs not normal, your parents were awful, and the Inspector just doesnât know better. I will never do something like that to you
Stinky: you wouldnât?
Sniff: not at all!
Stinky: heh⊠thatâs good to knowâŠ
*they sit in silence once again. But this time Stinky hugs Sniff out of nowhere*
Sniff: !
Stinky: now itâs my turn to thank you, huh, stick?
Sniff: *smiles and hugs him back* I suppose
should I write more Sniffky?