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Galladrabbles: Waterparks – 21 Questions

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the song prompt "21 Questions" by Waterparks from @ace-of-d1am0nds.

You dropped your guy and took me on It's everything I wanted

__________________

“FUCK! I have my shit together, Mick. And– and I have a fucking boyfriend!”

Mickey’s eyebrows jump, but it’s not a surprise, not really. He absorbs the hit and soldiers on.

“Boyfriend?” he scoffs. “Okay.”

He thumbs at his nose and steps closer to where Ian’s pacing like a caged animal. Will it be fight or flight? With Ian it’s always been flight, but tonight?

“What you doing here then, hm?”

Fight or flight?

Mickey watches Ian’s hooded eyes fall to his lips and knows that he’s won. Their bodies crash together, and it’s the best fight of Mickey’s life.

[jax-ln-the-box]

This was supposed to be a drabble... En ee way.

A quiet jingling pulled Moss' focus from the sandwich he was currently tearing to shreds. They could hear him before they saw him, and for good reason. August started carrying bells in his pocket or tying them to his tail so he didn't accidentally sneak up on the skittish ghoul. He still had the double blackeyes and the bandages on his nose to prove why he shouldn't. At least the bruises healed considerably over the past couple of days, still tender though. But still, he had that goofy smile that he always had when it snowed at the abby. August jingled his way over to Moss with bundles of cloth. They barely had time to swallow the bite of sandwich before the lump cloth was thrown at his face, BW scampering off before he had time to react, throwing a quick "Courtyard, 5 minutes, see ya there Pebble!" Over his shoulder. What? It's cold as fuck out why would he want him out- He looked at what was thrown at him, now in his lap. A coat, scarf, gloves, and a hat. Oh. Guess this is how he's spending his day off...

He pulled on the coat and hat, haphazardly throwing the scarf over his neck, and sticking the gloves in his pocket. He's a big ghoul he doesnt need gloves! He kicked open the door to the courtyard as he fiddled with the buttons on the coat, looking for where this damn water ghoul went. The snow was up almost to their knees. They locked onto where August stood next to two much taller ghouls who he recognized as Cinis and Lucian. He was comically short next to them and Moss laughed... until he remembered that they're the same height.

They trudged their way over to the gaggle of ghouls, pausing as he realized that this was a perfect opportunity to tackle the smallest ghoul. They started picking up speed. August's back was turned to them and he was gesturing wildly to a half built snow dick and talking excitely, tail wagging wildly, and very clearly not noticing the rapidly approaching earth ghoul. Cinis hadn't noticed Moss either. Lucian just didn't care to warn August. Lucian slowly dragged Cinis back from August, much to both of their confusion. And then, just then, did cinis see Moss lunging forward from behind the baffled ice ghoul.

WHAM

August yelped as a body collided with his back and he was push forward. Next thing he knew, he was face down in the snow, splattered like a bug on a windshield, and a proud Moss sitting on his back and pressing his shoulder into the snow with their hands. "You FUCKER." He screeched as he flailed his arm and legs, scrambling for purchase, and his tail lashing out. He grabbed a handful of snow and flung it over his shoulder into Moss' face. They sputtered and wiped their face of the cold assault, being quickly bucked off into the snow. August got up and quickly took off. Gathering snow in his hands to make snowballs. Moss gathered himself and did the same.

It's wasn't just a snowball fight. It was a fucking war. There were ghouls, siblings, clergy members, even a papa or two got caught in the crossfire or even joined in on the battle. There were casualties. There were tears. There were injuries. There was loss and triumph. And so,,, so much snow in places snow should never be. After about two hours of waging snow war, all parties were tired, cold, and soaked to the bone.

Everyone piled back into the main buildings to get back into warm dry clothes and thaw out in front of a fireplace. After shucking off cold clothes and getting into pajamas, Moss settled in front of the fireplace in the ghoul dens. They watched the flames intently, watching them flicker as he warmed his hands in front it. A jingling pulled his attention once again, but he didn't look away from the flames. A mug came down in front of their eyes and they took it graciously. Hot coco with the little marshmallows, thats cute. The mug warmed their hands nicely. They licked the marshmallows and letf the rest if the drink.. like a fucking heathen.. August sat down next to him, enjoying the warmth and the company.

Only one person fell into the frozen pond and not even one window was broken. Not too bad of a day off they'd say.

ITS DONE. IT SHOUKD NOT HAVE TAKEN ME THAG LONG SWEET LUCIFER.

MAWS AND SIN BOY IS @purble77 s

LUTE IS @graphitesnorter s

[jax-ln-the-box]

YET ANOTHER DRABBABLE

Uuuuh tldr; moss is like bws stress ball. But without actually like,,, squeezing him

It's a lil angsty there at some points.

Love writing my lil mud duo <3

Moss is @purble77 's ghoul!

OK WRITING TIME.

They could hear the bells before they saw him. "Moss?" August called from around the corner of the hall they were sweeping. He hummed in response. The water ghoul sounded... off... He sounded like he was one more slight inconvenience away from crying. Poor guy sounded stressed. Like. Really Stressed. He stopped sweeping when he saw the ghoul. Shoulders hunched forward and holding himself. "Hey,,, buddy,,," August wavered out with the most pathetic smile Moss had ever seen on his face, "can I, uh, jus ask for a favor real quick? Won't ask for too much of your time." "Sure?" Moss replied as more of a question than an answer. "I just need you to hold me for a second."

"What?" They asked, a little dumbfounded. Did he hear that right?

"Nevermind! Nevermind. Sorry, forget I asked. Please." August waved his hand and turned to walk away quickly, hiding his flushed face in his hand. "I think the fuck not? Get your ass back here." Moss said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. They threw the broom they had to follow after him. He jogged after August, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him to face them again. "Repeat it, I dont know if I heard you right." August squirmed and sputtered at the request. "I uh- you-um- could y- I just- CanYouPleaseJustHoldMeINeedItSoBadYouDontUnderstand..." He paused then smiled pathetically again.

In all honesty he expected Moss to laugh. Maybe brush him off. Maybe just walk away. But the stare they had fixed on him felt like death. They were thinking hard and the fact that he didn't know about what made him scared. He was gonna cry if they kept staring at him like that. His lip quivered.

And then he was being hugged. Moss' arms wrapped over his shoulders as he pulled him in. He sighed out an icy breath of relief that made Moss shiver as he let his head fall forward onto their shoulder. He wrapped his shaking arms around their middle. Then the sniffling started. His shoulders shook when that first sob snuck up on him. He hated crying in front of people, especially when he didn't know how they'd react. But Moss seemed to be ok with it so he just let it out. He gripped the earth ghouls shirt in tight fists, probably tearing holes in it but he could not care less at that moment. The both of them stood there and held onto eachother until August calmed down to just shakey breathing. Moss gently swayed from side to side with him to help him calm down and bring him back to reality. They leaned their head against the side of his and hummed, gently rubbing circles on his back.. August awkwardly clapped Moss on the shoulder and went to pull away, sniffling again. "Thank you, pebble, I appreciAT-"

And then he was being picked up. He yelped and scrambled to grab at Moss' horns and shoulders to hold on, wrapping his legs and tail around the ghouls waist as he was hauled up. And Moss just started carrying him off. "The fuck are we going?" "I'm on break now, so we're going to the dens and continuing this." "Wh-I-uh," August sighed and let himself be carried off, "ok... thank you. Please don't drop me."

Moss remembered something about August liking the pressure and heat when people lay on him? Who was he to deny the poor ghoul more comfort? He kicked the door to the den open, startling everyone in the den and almost slipping with August still wrapped around him. He was greatful the couch was empty so they could lay down. He dropped him on the couch ever unceremoniously, grabbing the remote and flipped on the tv. August went to sit up when Moss pushed him back down to laying and pointed at him. "Stay." August complied. They settled on a channel, some shitty romcom neither were actually going to focus on. Moss sat next to him on the couch, kneeling where August had his knees together and pulled up. "Open up, wanna lay on you." They said and tapped his knees to get him to move them. August eyed him suspiciously, but did so. Moss flopped onto his stomach with a grunt. They rested their head on one of their arms and let the other hand come up to rest in August's hair.

He lightly scratched at the cool scalp and it pulled a deep rumble out of the small ghoul. The purr was low and strong and rattled his teeth in their sockets where his head rested on August's chest. It felt like he had his head on the hood of truck. Oddly, it calmed him to his core. And then he felt cool hands gently lay on his back. And he froze, body going stiff. "So sorry, force of habit." August whispered with a wince, pulling his hands away to anywhere but their back. "It's,,, its ok." They replied quietly. "Are you sure?" "Yes." Like absolutely sure?" " Yes." "one hundo percenty sure?" "Yes." "Pah-zoh-teeevveeely sure?" "Oh for lucifers sake PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON MY BACK" "OK OK" They both cackled, slowly falling back into comfortable silence, sometimes looking at eachother and giggling again.

August started dragging his knuckles up and down Moss' spine, gently scratching at times. They could feel themself practically melt under the cold hands. That familiar purr slowly slipping out in low rolls. For being a creature of hell, this felt like heaven. The cool skin felt divine against the warmth of his back. August let out a cold sigh down the side of their neck that made them shiver. He pulled the blanket that had been set over the back of the couch onto the two of them and tucked their face into the cold ghouls neck. He smelled like cold pond water.

He could feel August start to doze off by how his hands started to slow down or stop randomly halfway through a pattern he was tracing between their shoulder blades. Then it stopped entirely and his breathing slowed. He was out cold, arms wrapped tightly around them and face in their shoulder. Moss had nowhere else to do and sure as hell didn't want to go back to work, so he just let himself drift off as well.

The Moss started snoring like a fucking FOG HORN LMAO THE END.

[jax-ln-the-box]

Like A Death In The Hall

Wrote this as a fic bc I'm trying to hype myself up for posting more fics. And it gives me practice for writing Copia and the band ghouls interacting with bw bc I'm a cringe ass nae nae baby and I'm mushing them together like a kid playing with dolls. ANYWAY THIS BITCH IS GONNA BE ROUGH SO BUCKLE UP. AND READ THE WARNINGS.

CW// forced "medical procedure"?, suicidal ideation, self harm, body horror, very graphic depictions of said body horror, serious case of the ouchies, whole lotta hurt, self image issues, bws just not having a funky fresh day yall

Just be warned in general

Sister Imperator had told the skittish ghoul that she needed to tell him something very important. That it was about his job as the cardinals assistant. So she called him down to said cardinals office, pulling him from dinner where he sat at the opposite end of the table from the ghouls and into another chair in the dim office.

The other ghouls were still a bit skeptical of him and he was terrified of them. The wound of theirs was still open so they had the right to be angry and skeptical. Scared even. The three older ghouls had most of their other band mates stripped away from them, sent back to the pit or killed presumably, and were forced to adapt to new ghouls. And the current fire ghoul, Dew, wasn't even supposed to be a fire ghoul. Or so he's heard. So when they pulled August from a watery grave only to get a fire ghoul, the band was a bit nervous that Dews time was up as well. That he wasn't good enough to keep and needed replacing like the others.

He thought about it on the way down to the office. It had been almost a year, but he still didn't blame them, not one bit. But it would be nice to just sit down and explain to them that he was just an assistant, nothing more nothing less. They wouldn't have it though. Dew snapped and swung when he'd get too close or talk too loudly or did much with the others really. Mountain refused to acknowledge his existence, would talk around him if he had to talk in the general vicinity of him. The earth ghoul talked to the others perfectly fine, just not him. Aether was sweet, though. Checked up on him and all that jazz, but he seemed like he didn't want to get too close to him. He couldn't blame them but it did sting a bit. The others were kind to him, he vibed pretty well with the water ghoul, Rain. It was relieving that at least someone was ok with him existing in the wing.

He hadn't even realized he was standing infront of the door to the office until someone opened it for him, snapping him out of his thoughts and back to where he was. He shuffled into the musty office, not exactly expecting to see Dew sitting in the chair next to where Sister Imperator was pointing for him to sit. He was wondering why he hadn't seen the ghoul staring daggers into his forehead at the table earlier. Guess this answered his question. The door closed behind him. The way Sistor was looking at him had his hair standing on end. The Cardinal waved happily at him from where he stood next to Sister, so he waved back just as happy, if not a bit confused, as he sat.

"The cardinal doesn't need a fire ghoul as an assistant-" Sister said, rather bluntly as she arranged papers on the desk. August could practically feel his heart fall out his ass at that. "Cool, so why the fuck am I here?" Dew butted in with a huff of annoyance. "If you'd let me continue you'd know." Sister snapped back, "ahem, we don't need a fire ghoul burning important paperwork, but the Cardinal enjoys your company," August visibly relaxed at that.

"So we're changing your element."

He didn't quite understand what that entailed other than the obvious, but the way that Dew sucked all the air out of the room through his teeth and went pale as snow and the Cardinal looked like he had been shot, it wasn't a good thing. "Wh-what uh what are you changing him to, Sister?" The Cardinal sputtered out in a rush.

"Water."

He felt like he was going to puke.

His mind completely turned off. He heard Dew and the Cardinal argue for him but he didn't understand a word. He gleamed a loud 'was I not enough proof that this isn't a good idea?' and a 'he's harmless he can't even keep a flame!' but that was it before he was being dragged out of his chair by the old era ghouls that he hadn't even seen when he walked in. He was too shocked to fight back as he was pulled out the door and it was shut, closing him off from the conversation he didn't even get a word in.

He opened his mouth to plead to them to let him go as they dragged him down the halls, but nothing came out. So he thrashed. He kicked and twisted and snapped and bit but all it got him was a rush of quintessence dragging his mind into a pit of inky black as his body went slack.

He doesn't remember much of the ritual. Brief flashes of red and the smell of fire thay were quickly overtaken by deep indigos and violets. And the smell of lake water. Sharp and cold. The colors and smells were quickly drowned out by the searing pain that zapped through his body before he was out again.

When he woke up in his own room, he felt like he had been struck by lightning. Like someone had cracked him open and taken a hand mixer to all his insides. He felt like he was being rearranged from the inside out. And in all actuality? He was right. He was being rearranged from the inside out. On top of that he was ice cold. His teeth chattered as he tried to pull himself under the blankets he was unceremoniously dropped on. It felt like the hardest thing he's ever done with how little energy he had. He felt like he was dying.

After an hour of trying to warm himself under a blanket and failing, gasping and whimpering through the pain, he remembered the bathroom he had connected to his room through his haze of pain. A searing hot bath felt like the only lifeline he had left. There was a sharp throb under his horns and he practically threw himself off the bed, getting tired and angry over the pain and the cold. As soon as his feet hit the floor he felt like was about to crumble like a kicked sandcastle as an even more intense pain wracked through him from the tip of his horns to the end of his tail. He wiped out his nightstand when he stumbled, gasping as he tried to steady himself on the wall. He continued his struggle to the bathroom as the room spun around him.

"Dying. I'm dying aren't I?" He thought to himself as he slammed the door open and collapsed to the floor. He wanted to die at this point. They should have just killed him and got a new ghoul. His mouth felt like he was chewing on bricks and glass. His teeth hurt. his horns felt like they were about to either fall off or explode. Were his hands always this pale? Fuck he was so cold. He pulled himself up by the edge of the sink. As soon as he saw himself in the mirror he felt like screaming. Crying. Anything to get the anguish out. His skin and the tips of his hair was pale as a sheet and his mouth was dripping with that pitch black blood that pumped through his veins. Those golden honey colored eyes swirled with ice blues. He doesn't know what the fuck was looking back at him in that mirror, but it wasn't him. That's not him. He isn't him anymore.

He wasn't the same fire ghoul the Cardinal loved and grew attached to.

The sharp throb in his horns from earlier came back ten fold, almost knocking him over. And his eyes landed on his horns. They looked weird against his hair and the splitting skin at the base.

Those aren't his anymore either.

They had to go.

He wrapped his hands around one of those beautiful golden horns that he loved so much. And he pulled. He pulled and pulled and when the horn finally snapped off in his hand, the wave of relief almost had him sobbing. But there was one more horn. He repeated with the second one, but it wouldn't budge. He thought about slamming his head onto the porcelain of the sink to break it, but before he could put it into action it finally gave way.

He managed to stumble from the sink to the side of the shower and crank the hot water on as high as it would go. It's the only way he'd take showers normally. He loved how hot the water could get in his room. But as soon as he slipped under the water, still in his clothes, he felt like he was being dissolved in acid. He screamed. That hot water felt like searing hot razors taking him apart down to his bones, flaying him open and laying him out. Skinning him alive. And when he opened his eyes he realized it was. His ash gray skin sloshed off him in thin sheets to reveal soft pale skin and fur. If this didn't kill him he was going to do it himself.

He just wanted to be warm again.

There was a knock on his door and Dews surprisingly quiet lilt drifted under the door but he couldn't understand it. He did the only thing he knew was left. His voice was rough and his throat was raw from screaming, but he managed to call out a single word.

"Help."

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Have a paragraph from the drabble turned fic I'm sitting on the floor infront of the stove writing!

'He pulled on the coat and hat, haphazardly throwing the scarf over his neck, and sticking the gloves in his pocket. He's a big ghoul he doesnt need gloves! He kicked open the door to the courtyard as he fiddled with the buttons on the coat, looking for where this damn water ghoul went. The snow was up almost to their knees. They locked onto where August stood next to two much taller ghouls he recognized as Cinis and Lucian. August was comically short next to them and and he laughed... until he remembered that they're the same height. '

As always, moss and cinis are @purble77 s

Luci boy is @graphitesnorter s

May have girlbossed a little too close to the sun with this one boys

[jax-ln-the-box]

Ghouboys

Ghoul cowboys

Bowcoys

Yeehaw ghouls

Yes? Yes

DO U WANT BAD END CB AU ANGST? NO? TOO FUCKING BAD SUGAR, THATS WHAT UR GETTING. (Love you honeybee)

CW// DEATH. I PUT THAT OLD MAN ("KRAKEN"/SOLUM) AND HIS SON ("FROST"/BW) IN A SITUATION. THE SITUATION IS DEATH. AND GREIVING. And denial. Mostly denial.

Thank oskar for this. It fed my brain worms. This is the EXTREMELY shortened version of events bc me and him spent literally an entire night talking about that shit

"The hell are yall here for-"

"Kraken is dead." He's told flatly by one of the two Rebellions fellow bandits that had found him.

And he laughed.

That high, hyena like cackle that put people on edge no matter their affiliation with the icy mercenary.

"Oh wow," he giggled as he wiped a tear from his eye, "awful joke. AWFUL joke. That old man should know by now that I'm not gonna fall for that shit. I'm not a kid anymore." He laughed with a sigh, standing back up from where he was bent over to finish getting the reward from his last job to the bag on his bulls back.

The looks on the others faces sent a cold zap of fear and panic down from the base of his neck to the tip of his tail.

They weren't laughing.

They looked almost... sad?

Like they were pitying him.

He laughed again. More of a nervous wheeze this time.

"What-" He swallowed thickly, "what happened."

He was met with silence as the two that were sent to gather him looked at eachother.

He could feel his hackles raise.

"The funeral is in three days."

"Take me back home."

The entire ride back he could stop hoping that this was just a real sick joke. That he could see that old fuck and absolutely tear into them for making him worry so much. He was gonna beat the shit outta them when he saw them.

He didn't like this joke.

They got back just in time. It took them all three days just to get back to the outpost that he called home.

Home... The word was heavy in his head and his heart. It burned his tongue like a hot iron and he hadn't even said it outloud.

He remembered the first time he accidentally called the outpost home. Sol- Kraken, he reminded himself, laughed at him so hard they had to lay down on the dirt to catch their breath. He questioned why he didn't just fucking shoot them when he was paid to the first time.

Funny how that worked out. He was paid to kill a bandit leader that killed some important old fart of a guy and now he called that bandit leader his da-

No.

Stop.

When they got back to the outpost everything was so quiet besides the bird song that he could hear a pin drop. It was pretty outside. Not too hot but not too cold as the morning sun peaked over the mountains. It was a perfect day. But everything was so quiet.

Too quiet.

He could practically feel his heart fall out his ass at that. The outpost was ALWAYS loud and bustling. It felt empty. Because it was empty. Everyone was gathered at the center.

The center where the funeral was being held.

The crowd parted pretty easily for him when he walked up. He was well known in the land. He was a fearsome mercenary, loud and angry and energetic and with not a single thought for ENYONES preservation to be seen. And somehow, he was the quiet and calculated bandit leaders right hand man. They were very close. Practically family. Almost like he was their so- no.

They parted so easy for him that it didn't take long for him to see the casket.

He started laughing again as he walked through the crowd. No this isn't right. This joke isn't funny.

This isn't fucking funny.

The ones who didn't know him personally were throwing him sneers of disgust that someone would laugh that loud at a funeral. The ones who did simply lowered their heads.

He reached the casket and laughed louder. "This isn't funny old man. Get up."

The air was getting colder. Cracks of ice forming under his boots.

There was a black sheet covering their head where they lay in the casket. Their hands folded over their chest as if they were just napping.

"I said, this isn't fucking funny. Come on. Get up." He wavered, voice cracking. The air was cold enough that he could see his own breath. But he couldn't see Solums.

"Dad?" He whispered, going to grab their hand to pull at it. It was as cold as him own.

He wailed as he sunk to the floor.

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Foe a writing prompt!!! Maybe write about moose enjoying a day doing her favorite thing? Just a small little snippet of their life? How their morning goes and how he chooses to spend that time?

Ty ty for the prompt! With the power of a pot of coffee, an anti depressant, and nothing else I will write this prompt! On mobile. Bc I'm lazy.

Moose loved their bed. Loved it dearly. It was perfectly soft but not too soft, long enough that their hooves didn't hang off the end, the fluffy blankets kept them perfectly warm but not too warm. The one thing they didn't love? The fact that they would wake up being blinded by the sun. Every. Fucking. Morning. At this point they thought about rearranging all of their furniture so they didn't face the window, but that was effort and energy that they Did Not Have In Them. They could close the blinds but the plants that bracketed the window needed the light. So they suffered with the awful wake up call. And would continue to do so.

They rolled out of bed, hoof tipped feet clacking on the cold stone floor, swatting at their nightstand to grab their glasses, got up, and watered their plants. It was always plants first, then coffee for them. It was their morning ritual.

They had their own coffee pot in their room so they didn't have to fight over it in the commons room. It was ever so graciously gifted to them by Dew (who definitely Did Not steal it from the kitchen as a last minute summoning gift) when they first "met" him. They didn't even really meet him. He just put a coffee pot on their desk with a note. They don't even know how he got in. The door was locked. Ghoul customs were still lost on them. Eh, they'll get used to it. Speaking of being lost, what did they have to do today? Oh right. It was their day off.

They didn't have to do anything.

Hell yeah.

They decided to spend their day with some quiet time and a nice book. They sat in their room for the main chunk of the morning, leaving only at the tail end of breakfast to snag a few cold pancakes to carry back to their room, like the gremlin they are, so they didn't have to talk to anyone.

Or at least that's what they hoped would happen.

Of course that's not how that went. Of course the two other multis would hone in on them as soon as they walked through the door and drag them around the grounds. It was spring, everyone was excited. And, of course, they were more than happy to oblige. How could they say no to those faces?

The day was far less quiet than they were expexting, but it was far more entertaining.

[maguito-uwu]

THE THE THENNDKDKSKDKWKDKW 😭😭😭😭

YET ANOTHER DRABBABLE

Uuuuh tldr; moss is like bws stress ball. But without actually like,,, squeezing him

It's a lil angsty there at some points.

Love writing my lil mud duo <3

Moss is @purble77 's ghoul!

OK WRITING TIME.

They could hear the bells before they saw him. "Moss?" August called from around the corner of the hall they were sweeping. He hummed in response. The water ghoul sounded... off... He sounded like he was one more slight inconvenience away from crying. Poor guy sounded stressed. Like. Really Stressed. He stopped sweeping when he saw the ghoul. Shoulders hunched forward and holding himself. "Hey,,, buddy,,," August wavered out with the most pathetic smile Moss had ever seen on his face, "can I, uh, jus ask for a favor real quick? Won't ask for too much of your time." "Sure?" Moss replied as more of a question than an answer. "I just need you to hold me for a second."

"What?" They asked, a little dumbfounded. Did he hear that right?

"Nevermind! Nevermind. Sorry, forget I asked. Please." August waved his hand and turned to walk away quickly, hiding his flushed face in his hand. "I think the fuck not? Get your ass back here." Moss said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. They threw the broom they had to follow after him. He jogged after August, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him to face them again. "Repeat it, I dont know if I heard you right." August squirmed and sputtered at the request. "I uh- you-um- could y- I just- CanYouPleaseJustHoldMeINeedItSoBadYouDontUnderstand..." He paused then smiled pathetically again.

In all honesty he expected Moss to laugh. Maybe brush him off. Maybe just walk away. But the stare they had fixed on him felt like death. They were thinking hard and the fact that he didn't know about what made him scared. He was gonna cry if they kept staring at him like that. His lip quivered.

And then he was being hugged. Moss' arms wrapped over his shoulders as he pulled him in. He sighed out an icy breath of relief that made Moss shiver as he let his head fall forward onto their shoulder. He wrapped his shaking arms around their middle. Then the sniffling started. His shoulders shook when that first sob snuck up on him. He hated crying in front of people, especially when he didn't know how they'd react. But Moss seemed to be ok with it so he just let it out. He gripped the earth ghouls shirt in tight fists, probably tearing holes in it but he could not care less at that moment. The both of them stood there and held onto eachother until August calmed down to just shakey breathing. Moss gently swayed from side to side with him to help him calm down and bring him back to reality. They leaned their head against the side of his and hummed, gently rubbing circles on his back.. August awkwardly clapped Moss on the shoulder and went to pull away, sniffling again. "Thank you, pebble, I appreciAT-"

And then he was being picked up. He yelped and scrambled to grab at Moss' horns and shoulders to hold on, wrapping his legs and tail around the ghouls waist as he was hauled up. And Moss just started carrying him off. "The fuck are we going?" "I'm on break now, so we're going to the dens and continuing this." "Wh-I-uh," August sighed and let himself be carried off, "ok... thank you. Please don't drop me."

Moss remembered something about August liking the pressure and heat when people lay on him? Who was he to deny the poor ghoul more comfort? He kicked the door to the den open, startling everyone in the den and almost slipping with August still wrapped around him. He was greatful the couch was empty so they could lay down. He dropped him on the couch ever unceremoniously, grabbing the remote and flipped on the tv. August went to sit up when Moss pushed him back down to laying and pointed at him. "Stay." August complied. They settled on a channel, some shitty romcom neither were actually going to focus on. Moss sat next to him on the couch, kneeling where August had his knees together and pulled up. "Open up, wanna lay on you." They said and tapped his knees to get him to move them. August eyed him suspiciously, but did so. Moss flopped onto his stomach with a grunt. They rested their head on one of their arms and let the other hand come up to rest in August's hair.

He lightly scratched at the cool scalp and it pulled a deep rumble out of the small ghoul. The purr was low and strong and rattled his teeth in their sockets where his head rested on August's chest. It felt like he had his head on the hood of truck. Oddly, it calmed him to his core. And then he felt cool hands gently lay on his back. And he froze, body going stiff. "So sorry, force of habit." August whispered with a wince, pulling his hands away to anywhere but their back. "It's,,, its ok." They replied quietly. "Are you sure?" "Yes." Like absolutely sure?" " Yes." "one hundo percenty sure?" "Yes." "Pah-zoh-teeevveeely sure?" "Oh for lucifers sake PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON MY BACK" "OK OK" They both cackled, slowly falling back into comfortable silence, sometimes looking at eachother and giggling again.

August started dragging his knuckles up and down Moss' spine, gently scratching at times. They could feel themself practically melt under the cold hands. That familiar purr slowly slipping out in low rolls. For being a creature of hell, this felt like heaven. The cool skin felt divine against the warmth of his back. August let out a cold sigh down the side of their neck that made them shiver. He pulled the blanket that had been set over the back of the couch onto the two of them and tucked their face into the cold ghouls neck. He smelled like cold pond water.

He could feel August start to doze off by how his hands started to slow down or stop randomly halfway through a pattern he was tracing between their shoulder blades. Then it stopped entirely and his breathing slowed. He was out cold, arms wrapped tightly around them and face in their shoulder. Moss had nowhere else to do and sure as hell didn't want to go back to work, so he just let himself drift off as well.

The Moss started snoring like a fucking FOG HORN LMAO THE END.