Wemmbu!

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heheheh

Wemmbu thought he might be going insane. 

No—Actually, he was going insane.

“Sooo… what do you think of mewing? See—I don’t really need to, ‘cause my rizz is just—“

“What does any of that even MEAN?!” Panting from the sheer amount of rage put into that sentence, his voice cracked slightly at the end—more from frustration than anything else. He dragged a hand down his face, pacing back and forth like he was trying not to explode. 

Behind him, Boosfer just grinned. He looked completely unbothered—if anything, moreamused. The corner of his mouth twitched upward as he leaned back slightly, like he was enjoying the reaction way too much.“What? It’s simple,” he said, way too casually. “You just gotta improve your—”

“I don’t have a ‘rizz problem!’”

Boosfer snorted. “That sounds like something someone with a rizz problem would say.”

Wemmbu froze mid-step.

“…You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you keep hanging out with me,” Boosfer shot back, stepping closer without a hint of hesitation.

Wemmbu rolled his eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. He stepped forward too, reaching out without really thinking—mostly just to shove Boosfer’s shoulder in mild annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever—”

To the alien’s dismay, he missed. Instead of hitting his shoulder, his fingers brushed right against Boosfer’s side.

And it seemed like time had frozen, letting them take in what had just occured. Boosfer jolted like he’d been shocked, immediately jerking away with a startled noise that was definitely not just a normal reaction.

Wemmbu blinked. “…What was that?”

“Nothing,” Boosfer said quickly—too quickly—taking another step back. “You just, uh—caught me off guard.”

Wemmbu narrowed his eyes.

“No, that was not a ‘caught off guard’ reaction.”

“It was!” Without even realizing it, Boosfer’s palms began to sweat from the intensity embarrassment of this predicament he just so happened to be in.

“You literally—” Wemmbu stopped, pressing his lips together as he tried not to smile. “Did you just—laugh?”

Okay, this is where he realizes he was really stressed out. “I did not.” Boosfer straightened, clinging to whatever dignity he still had left.

The other barked out what seemed to be a laugh of disbelief. “You did.”

“I didn’t!”

Wemmbu tilted his head, studying him now with growing suspicion—and curiosity. “…Boosfer.” Slowly, but not slow enough to hide it, he extended his hand out.

Boosfer narrowed his eyes in response to the simple gesture. “No.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“You were going to.”

Wemmbu’s lips twitched. Carefully, very deliberately, he took a step forward. Boosfer immediately took one back.

“Oh my god,” Wemmbu said, half-laughing now. “You’re ticklish.”

“I am not—!” Wemmbu reached out again—not lunging this time, just lightly poking at his side like he was testing a theory. “EhehEHE—!”

Boosfer squeaked. The oh-so annoying Boosfer squeaked. He clamped a hand over his mouth immediately, like that could somehow undo the sound. But it was far too late.

For a moment, there was a numbing silence shared between the two.

Wemmbu stared at him, fully taking in the… rare state of the little ragebaiter. Boosfer stared back, visibly trying to recover what little dignity he had left.

“…Did bro just squeak,” Wemmbu said.

“No I didn’t.”

“That was a squeak dude.”

“It was not—!” Wemmbu laughed, the frustration from earlier completely gone now. “Okay, no, that’s… wow. I didn’t expect that.”

“Can we not make this a thing,” Boosfer said quickly.

At that, Wemmbu raised an eyebrow.

“…It’s already a thing.” Before Boosfer could protest again, Wemmbu reached out—still gentle, still testing, and let his hand rest briefly against his side before giving a light squeeze.

Boosfer flinched hard, laughter slipping out in short bursts as his shoulders pulled in. “Wehehemmbu—!”

“Oh my—this is real,” Wemmbu said, sounding more delighted than anything. “You’ve been walking around like this the whole time?”

“Stohop—!” Boosfer tried to push his hand away, but he wasn’t exactly putting his full strength into it. “Yohuhu- You’re abuhuhusing this informAHATION—!”

“Bro- I barely did anything!” At this point, Wemmbu himself was starting to laugh at the green blob’s hysterics. I mean… he’s always the one who’s being a pain in the ass—so it’s funny to see the ever so composed Boosfer to crumble at his fingertips.

“You dihihid enough—!”

Wemmbu laughed again, softer this time, easing back a little. “Okay, okay, relax. I’m not gonna, like, destroy you or anything.”

Boosfer narrowed his eyes, still catching his breath. “You… ahahalready started.”

“On accident!”

He halfheartedly glared at those words. But they both knew there was no fire behind the gaze. “…That’s worse.”

“Hey,” Wemmbu said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “You can’t blame me for being curious.”

Boosfer huffed, but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth now.

“…You’re still annoying.”

“And you’re still ticklish.” In response, Boosfer’s shoulders went rigid. This was probably the most humiliating situation Wemmbu’s ever seen happen—and to the epitome of ragebait, of all people.

“…Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” He replied nonchalantly, whilst taking in the flush that quickly settled in after pointing out his acquaintance’s… sensitivity. 

“Like it’s a fun fact.” Wemmbu grinned. “It is a fun fact.” 

Boosfer shook his head, trying (and failing) to look unbothered. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you,” Wemmbu said, stepping a little closer again—but slower this time, giving him time to react, “are surprisingly easy to mess with.”

Boosfer didn’t step away this time.

“…You’re not gonna do that again, right?”

Wemmbu paused, considering and weighing his options. Then, smiled—just a little. “…I’ll go easy.”

“That is not reassuring—” Before he could even get the rest of his thoughts out, Wemmbu poked his side again, quick and light.

Boosfer let out a startled laugh, immediately swatting his hand away—but this time, he was smiling. “AHA—! WeheHEHemmbu—!”

“Okay, okay!” The mace user laughed in glee at the other’s misfortune, backing off again. “I said I’d go easy!”

“That was not easy!” Boosfer grumbled.

“It was a poke!”

“It was a targeted attack!” Wemmbu shook his head, still grinning. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You started this!”

“You started it with your weird slang!” Wemmbu counters smoothly. Almost like he knew the other was going to say that. Boosfer opened his mouth to argue, then paused. “…Okay, that’s fair.”

For a moment, things settled. The energy shifted back to something calmer, easier. All of a sudden, without thinking, Wemmbu reached out again—this time just nudging Boosfer’s arm lightly.

Boosfer didn’t flinch. “…See?” Wemmbu said. “I can be normal.”

“Wow. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

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“…You’re still not allowed to use that against me,” Boosfer added. 

The corners of Wemmbu’s mouth slightly curved upwards, just a little softer now. “No promises.”

Boosfer groaned—but he was still smiling.

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if you see any mistakes…. no you didnt.

Lee!C!Wemmbu Everyone!!

The silly purble demon seems to be more tklish then he’d like to admit hehehehe