#tangzed

They moved in together but that was it. Simply friends. Friends with a oddly close bond who occasionally—

Tango pulls himself straight out of that thought, pushing it to the side for later. All he needs to really worry about right now is fixing code and probably packing things in boxes, not how pretty he thinks Zedaph is.

Yet he flicks his tail almost anxiously at that thought, even as he tries to bury it.

He manages, just barely manages, to push it aside as we works on line after line of code. He doesn't even notice when day turns to evening until Zed is sitting down next to him with a curious expression and paper bag.

“I got tikka masala.” Zed says as they take a plastic container out of the bag, swiftly handing over to the netherborn.

“Oh, nice.” He hums. “Did you–”

There's another thing, this time a styrofoam box, placed on what little free space there is beside the coffee table.

All he really does is purr in response, placing the rice onto his plate after the faun hands one to him.

After a moment, Zed pulls lightly on the sleeve of Tango's hoodie. He doesn't even have to ask to know that his friend is asking for her wool to be combed.

He sighs, but laughs, before taking the comb out of his pocket.

It's steady work in-between mouthfuls of food, the little sheep humming happily as he untangles knots.

But all it really does is lead his thoughts back to one thing and—

Zed's looking at him, almost looking a bit confused.

“Tango, is something wrong?”

He blinked, flicking his tail from one side to the other. “No?”

“Your ears are falling.” She pointed out.

The netherborn moves the comb through the faun’s wool slowly, removing a leaf that has gotten stuck.

“I'm fine.” He says quietly. “I'm fine.”

Zedaph just pouts at that, looking sad at the non-response until Tango just sighs.

“Okay, fine.” He groans. “I've been thinking about the whole moving in together thing…”

She nods her head.

“I mean, we're moving in together. Who even does that?” Tango exclaimed, his tail flicking slightly.

Zedaph stares, before shrugging. “Married people? Maybe?”

“I guess?” The netherborn laughs lightly.

She hums slightly.

“Aren't Impulse and Skizz married?”

He pauses, blinking slowly. “No?”

“But they live together, don't they?”

“Yeah, but that's different.” He says quickly. “They're childhood best friends and Impulse is getting married to Bdubs–”

“Impulse isn't moving in with him.”

It's blunt, harsh as all Tango's thoughts come to a sudden halt.

“But– I thought…” He says quietly.

“Ce’s staying – for now – with cir platonic partner.” Then Zedaph laughs. “I don't think either is moving in with eachother.”

Tango slumps over, curling his tail around himself before laying it in his lap. “I… feel embarrassed that you always have to explain things to me.”

“I don't always mind it.” She laughs.

He moves from combing her wool to playing with his tail, undoing a handful of knots as he finds them.

“Uh… Zed.”

“Yeah?”

“You… what are we?”

She shrugs, not seeming to really know the answer.

“I wouldn't really mind doing something a little atypical.” He says slowly.

“Are you asking me out?”

“Maybe?!” Tango yelps.

And all either can really do with that is laugh.

“You've seen me naked!” Zedaph jokes.