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[jestersking]

Minute carefully puts his hand on top of Jumper's hair. It's soft, silky like a fur of a bunny, and he doesn't stop himself from ruffling it gently, causing her to grin and giggle. This sound is soft. It makes his head buzz in an unfamiliar, comforting manner. "I'll you see later, sweetie," Minute breathes out, quietly. He flinches immediately, putting his hand away, yet Jumper still smiles, widely, like nothing happened at all. Either she haven't noticed, or she decided to ignore this embarrassing moment. "Byeee! Thanks again!" her voice is bright, loud. He can hear it through the ringing of his ears as she walks away, waving both of her hands excitedly. Minute waves back. A very familiar someone playfully nudges him on the back, forcing him to shiver and look down where a suprisingly pouty face stares at him. Minute sighs, taking Wemmbu's head a bit more comfortably. "'Sweetie'?" his friend sounds almost jealous, salty, clearly moking him. It causes Minute to get slightly flustered as he rolls his eyes. "'Sweetie'??? Oh, so her you call sweetie? Do I not deserve a pet name too, Brandon?" Minute cringes at himself. It was already pretty humiliating as it is, but hearing Wemmbu's nagging was a bit too much for his messy mind to handle, so he puts his palm over Wemmbu's mouth, forcing the annoying purple head to shut up. "Yes, you do not deserve a pet name. One more word and I'll throw you into the lake." Wemmbu frowns, his body crosses arms on its chest, looking mildly annoyed. Minute snickers a little. Maybe that comforting feeling wasn't… that unfamiliar.