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Text for someone else: Tiim..ngh….please…more.. Text that was supposed to be deleted: Yeah, you are.

Text for someone else: [He leaned back until he was laying down on the bed obediently.] Text that was supposed to be deleted: Tiiiim.

Text for someone else: [Brian bit his lip and squirmed in faint impatience.] Text that was supposed to be deleted: Why not?

Tim pulled away from the kiss slowly and smirked at Brian. “Want me to or not?”

Raising an eyebrow, he bit back a partially devious grin. “Yeah, go for it.”

Tim bit his lip and shifted a little. “O-okay…um..” He glanced around his room before going over to the window and making sure the curtains were covering it. He then proceeded to walk over to his bedroom door and lock it.

Brian shifted around on the bed while he watched and waited patiently.

Tim looked around the room. “Uh…” He hung his head a little glancing around the room again. “..I don’t know how..”

He tilted his head. “As in…?”

Tim wrung his hands and kicked his foot on the ground. “…this.”

”..You don’t have to do it, you know..”

"But.." Tim dug his nails into his hand biting down hard on his lip.

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Tim, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you do that..”

He took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly. “What do you want me to do?” His hand shook a little as he held his grip.

He slowly slid off of the bed, approaching him with a worried chirp. “I want you to tell me what’s wrong. You seem upset…”

Tim set his gaze to the floor not looking up at Brian. He chewed his lip and shifted a little. “It’s just…”

"It’s just what…?"

Tim sighed and wrapped his arms around his torso digging his nails into his arm. “N-nothing..”

"Tim, tell me...please?" He lightly grabbed his wrist, tugging his hand away from his arm.

[Tim smiled and laughed softly as he watched the other. He moved his gaze down to Toby who was wagging his tail and looking back up at him]

[Toby barked and jumped up, pressing his paws against his knees with a bit of a stretch.]

[Tim set the box back down and bent down a little to pat Toby on the head]

[He yapped softly, tail wagging quickly as he nuzzled Tim’s hand slightly.]

[Tim continued to pet the puppy and smiled down at him laughing softly]

[With a few more barks he dropped back down onto four legs and rolled over.]

[Tim looked down at him knitting his eyebrows before giving in and sitting down and began rubbing the dogs stomach]

[His tail thumped loudly against the floor as Tim started rubbing his stomach.]

[Tim laughed softly and continued to rub the puppies stomach]

[The sound of a door shutting came from down the hall, and within a few minutes Brian was standing in the doorway with a wide grin on his face.] Cute~

I was referring to both of you, of course.

A dark-furred cat was sitting just outside the door, immediately standing and approaching Masky once he opened the door. He gave another loud meow, looking up at the other intently.

Masky stared at the cat for awhile before bending down and slowly picking it up by under its arms. He turned inside and kicked the door shut behind him. "YOu’re SO CUte."He smiled before holding the cat close to him, obviously over his fear.

He immediately purred and nuzzled up to him, pleased with the response he had gotten. Maybe this would be easier than he had thought it would be. It would be a lot easier if his eyes looked the same…maybe they did? He had no idea…Masky would have to recognize him if he noticed them, wouldn’t he?

Masky hummed softly to himself as he shuffled down the small hall to his room. He lightly tossed the cat onto his bed and turned around to close the door. Turning back, Masky crouched down on his knees and stared at the kitten for awhile. "…SO SO CUte.."

Hoody waved his tail, reaching out to gently pat the tip of his nose with his paw. 

Masky giggled softly and gently took the others paw between his finger and thumb. He squeezed it multiple times watching as the claws went in and out.

Meowing again, he shifted closer and rubbed his face against his hand.

Masky bit his lip and squealed softly before scooping the cat up and pressing his face in its belly.

He let out a softer sort of purr, nuzzling his head.

Masky giggled before setting the cat back down on the bed. "S-SOrry…YOu’re SO CUte…!"

He just twitched an ear and pat his cheek with his paw.

Tim pressed a small kiss to the top of Brian’s head.

Brian allowed his eyes to close, getting hit with a sudden wave of exhaustion.

Tim cuddled down against Brian, closing his eyes as well.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, head against his neck and arm around his shoulders.

He hummed softly and slowly rubbed Brian’s back.

Barely audible chirps and trills came from his chest with each breath he took.

He smiled to himself and hugged Brian closer.

Brian instinctively nuzzled against him with a content hum.

Tim kissed the top of his head.

His feathers puffed out a little.

Slowly pulling away, he curled back up in Brian’s lap before hacking and almost convulsing.

Brian was a lot more than just concerned now, chirping and hugging him in distress. He whined and turned to Hoody, ordering him to get a bottle of water. “I should get you into my room…I still don’t understand why you’re so sick…I mean, why is it affecting you so badly? Hhh….”

Tim was breathing heavily as he murmured. “I don’t know…it-it might b-be Masky…c-causing it..”

"Oh…I..still don’t know how to help.."

Tim squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw whimpering loudly.

"You still don’t want any water..?" He asked as Hoody returned, bottle in hand.

Tim slowly opened his eyes again and glanced up at Brian. He wasn’t even sure if he could talk through his splitting headache.

Brian looked at Hoody and mumbled something about aspirin, to which he nodded and walked off again. “You need rest..”

Tim groaned and shook his head.

"Tim, at least promise you’ll try.."

He seemed to debate it for a little before sighing. “F-fine..”

"Thank you...I'll sleep with you, if you want?"

Brian let out a surprised sound as he felt Tim’s lips pressed against his own. He leaned into the kiss, albeit still worried.

Tim’s foot was numb and his ankle was throbbing, but he didn’t care when he felt Brian return the kiss. A small hum came from him as he tilted his head a little deepening the kiss.

He reached up to cup Tim’s cheek, the other hand moving to tug at the knot around his ankle.

Tim jumped a little when Brian tugged at the rope, and he pulled back. “Don’t!”

Flashing him a questioning look, he bit his lip. “I was just gonna untie it…why not? How and why did this even happen?”

Tim swallowed hard before lifted an arm to point at his roof. “You see that giant branch? Yeah, well I was trying to get that down before it made any real damage to my house and I was using this,” He pointed to the rope tied around his ankle, “to try and get it down. Something happened and I fell off the roof, into this tree, and somehow tied by this rope.”

Brian frowned, knitting his eyebrows together for a moment as he thought. “Oh…I see. But then why don’t you want me to untie you? I could help get it down..”

Tim looked down at the ground. “I don’t wanna break my neck..”

"I’m not gonna let you fall. I promise."

Tim gave a weary hum looking back up at Brian.

Grabbing his sides gently, Brian flapped his wings and jumped into the air so he was holding Tim upright under his arms, eventually switching to one arm to hold him as he reached out to tug on the rope again.

Tim was practically clinging to Brian as he lifted him. He watched as Brian tugged at the rope attached to his leg.

Within minutes, the rope was loose enough to tug off with relative ease. He let go of it and dropped down to the ground carefully. “See?”

Tim huffed and stumbled a little before wincing.

Brian quickly jerked forward to grab him, picking him up to prevent him from putting weight on his ankle.  ”S-sorry..”

Tim leaned against Brian a little. “D-don’t apologize.”

"Mnn...could've been more gentle about that, though.."

Brian frowned and bit his lip as he looked over his arm, which was unsurprisingly covered with bruises as well. “Oh…” - Hoody slowed down a little to let Masky get ahead.

"You shouldn't feel bad...It's my fault, not yours..." - /"Fine, fine."/

Text for someone else: Tiim..ngh….please…more.. Text that was supposed to be deleted: Yeah, you are.

Text for someone else: [He leaned back until he was laying down on the bed obediently.] Text that was supposed to be deleted: Tiiiim.

Tim pulled away from the kiss slowly and smirked at Brian. “Want me to or not?”

Raising an eyebrow, he bit back a partially devious grin. “Yeah, go for it.”

Tim bit his lip and shifted a little. “O-okay…um..” He glanced around his room before going over to the window and making sure the curtains were covering it. He then proceeded to walk over to his bedroom door and lock it.

Brian shifted around on the bed while he watched and waited patiently.

Tim looked around the room. “Uh…” He hung his head a little glancing around the room again. “..I don’t know how..”

He tilted his head. “As in…?”

Tim wrung his hands and kicked his foot on the ground. “…this.”

”..You don’t have to do it, you know..”

"But.." Tim dug his nails into his hand biting down hard on his lip.

Brian raised an eyebrow. “Tim, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you do that..”

He took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly. “What do you want me to do?” His hand shook a little as he held his grip.

He slowly slid off of the bed, approaching him with a worried chirp. “I want you to tell me what’s wrong. You seem upset…”

Tim set his gaze to the floor not looking up at Brian. He chewed his lip and shifted a little. “It’s just…”

"It's just what...?"

[Tim smiled and laughed softly as he watched the other. He moved his gaze down to Toby who was wagging his tail and looking back up at him]

[Toby barked and jumped up, pressing his paws against his knees with a bit of a stretch.]

[Tim set the box back down and bent down a little to pat Toby on the head]

[He yapped softly, tail wagging quickly as he nuzzled Tim’s hand slightly.]

[Tim continued to pet the puppy and smiled down at him laughing softly]

[With a few more barks he dropped back down onto four legs and rolled over.]

[Tim looked down at him knitting his eyebrows before giving in and sitting down and began rubbing the dogs stomach]

[His tail thumped loudly against the floor as Tim started rubbing his stomach.]

[Tim laughed softly and continued to rub the puppies stomach]

[The sound of a door shutting came from down the hall, and within a few minutes Brian was standing in the doorway with a wide grin on his face.] Cute~

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