#mono does have some pretty messed up seperation anxiety

[b0y-artist]

There's no hiding it anymore, this is just a shit post. Also, OH MY GOS THEY WER ROOMATES!

As soon as Seven unraveled himself from Mono, he could hear a high-pitched whine. It threw Seven for a loop when he realized Mono was the one who made that sound. Mono's *never* made a sound like that before. It was...kind of cute. Like finding a side of Mono he's never met before. Seven could practically feel his heart melt, he should probably get that checked out by a doctor. Back to his original train of thought though, Is it physically possible to die from a cuteness overload? That would be an interesting way to go, wouldn't it? *"Here lies Seven Fellon, a guy who died from his roommate being too cute."*

Ignoring Mono's (adorable) whines of protest, Seven finally managed to tear himself away from Mono's grasp, much to the other boy's disappointment. "C'mon, Mono. We should at least go and make sure Six is still alive." Seven joked, giving Mono one last hug before he left for the kitchen, holding Mono's hand and gently pulling his friend along.

"Six! Are you alright?" Seven called out as soon as he entered the kitchen with Mono in tow. He was expecting a mess, maybe a plate that had fallen from the cabinet, or a glass cup that accidentally got knocked over, anything to warrant that loud crash that had rudely interrupted them. But was shocked when he found nothing of the sort. In fact, the room looked just the same as it did before they left. The only difference was that Six was on the ground for some reason, and with a family-sized bag of bugles.

"Why are you on the ground," Seven asked. As soon as he got a better look at the situation though, he groaned, pinching his nose with annoyance. "–And *why* do you have bugles on your fingers?"

"DO YOU EVER JUST GET SAD–" Six sobbed as she mindlessly shoveled handfuls of bugles into her mouth, still laying on the floor. Did–did she finish that ENTIRE bag??? Okay, nope. You know what, Seven's had enough of this shit for one night.

"I'm going to bed. Mono, c'mon." Seven spoke dryly. Face matching his tone of speech as he trudged over to the bedroom, Mono paused, looked at Six, and then watched as Seven wordlessly rounded the corner. "Uh, Seven? Shouldn't we, y'know, do something? I don't think it's safe for one person to eat that many bugles."

"If you come with me, we can cuddle and eat pizza," Seven trailed off, already grabbing two boxes of pizza Six had left by the door.

Mono never speed walked so fast in his life.