One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Oh Jeez - 3

in which mishmish is a plot device [i was supposed to update like 2 days ago but i failed miserably lsdkjfal so have a late update]

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Killer really didn't want to wake Cross up. He tried his best to keep that from happening, tip-toeing into the kitchen to make himself something to eat—stopping to awe over Cross's adorable face for a solid ten minutes, of course— but MishMish seemed to have other plans. The bastardous feline, as soon as he could, was barreling up and down the hall and leaping onto random surfaces, screeching and yowling about some injustice that was entirely unclear.

Either way, it woke Cross up rather quickly. The dazed confusion on his face drained away after a moment of blinking absently at MishMish's shrieking form, the expression giving way for realization. Killer mourned the loss of that unguarded sleepiness, but was cheerful nevertheless, beaming when Cross looked at him with tired, but content eyes. "Morning, sunshine," Killer said, "Ya woke up at the best time- I was just about t'make breakfast."

Cross's cheeks darkened with a light purple, probably from the name, and he held up a hand in a half-wave. His voice was heavy with sleep, his words little more than mumbling, as he answered with a vague, "mornin.." Still grinning wide, Killer waved for Cross to get up, "Come on, criss-cross. I've got some pancakes with our names on 'em."

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Killer made excellent pancakes. They were perfect, like the ones always used in television ads, but they were real and good. And they were also filled packed with chocolate chips. Which Killer had indeed put in the shape of letters to spell out their names. It was.

Domestic. Cross had tried not to comment on how silly the pancakes were, but Killer's jesting had brought the words out and the laugh Killer had let out had left Cross shellshocked. Of course, Killer hadn't had time to catch it or even begin to tease him for it, as MishMish had leapt onto the kitchen table and had gotten his paws in the syrup and all over their half-eaten pancakes.

Which had then resulted in a chase. Killer had shouted and scrambled to grab the cat, the cat darted away into the living room, and both Cross and Killer had spent at least twenty minutes trying to catch MishMish. There were sticky paw prints all over the floor and a few dark stains on the furniture, which Killer had laughed at for the most part while Cross fretted over how they would clean it.

And now, a harrowing attempt at washing the cat's paws and twin sets of clawed up arms later, they were enjoying a TV show. MishMish had settled down, purring away in Killer's lap, the skeleton's fingers skritching gently at the cat's ears. The TV was playing some nonsensical thing, that Cross tried to pay attention to, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Killer. Colors from the TV projected across Killer's face in flickering lights, painting the black tears with pretty hues. The voids of Killer's eyesockets were just as dark as they always were, but the blackness was somehow softened. The red soul, which had been a target for nearly every day that Cross could remember, was beautifully inverted in a proper shape. It pulsed every few seconds, glowing a comforting warm light that lit up Killer's face with pale red lines. The pink-ish hue outlined Killer's smile, just barely, emphasizing the happy expression ten times more.

Cross didn't know what was the most captivating. He was entranced with how. Amazing it was to have Killer right there. He couldn't get over it, no matter how much he stared, nor did he want to ever get over it. Because he had Killer again. Killer.

He was startled as the other's cheeks brightened with cherry red blush, an embarrassed wobble tugging at Killer's grin. "Uh. Enjoying the.. view there? Crossy?" Oh. Cross chuckled quietly, his own cheeks warming with shame. He'd been caught. "Sorry..." Killer was quiet, for a brief moment that had Cross's anxiety skyrocketing, and then Killer was stretching. In the most predictable, cheesy move, he let his arm fall over Cross's shoulders and he pulled the other close. Which Cross did not object to, at all, though he was slow to relax into the unexpected embrace. He didn't mind.

MishMish didn't seem to mind either, thank the stars.

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Killer was on top of him. Cross was frozen stiff, almost terrified to move, to wake Killer up. But, at the same time, he felt panic clawing at the inside of his ribcage. It was an intense feeling too, the scratching itchiness of it almost real.

Wait.

Cross sucked in a breath, choking as he felt MishMish's claws hook into his sternum. Really, it wasn't his fault that he ended up throwing Killer across the room. It was the cat's fault. Still, he felt kinda bad at the yelp Killer gave. Whoops.

He would've apologized if it weren't for MishMish thrashing like a dying fish from within his ribs. It wasn't that it hurt, no, Cross's sensitivity to pain was a bit lacking these days, but it.

Cross trembled, fumbling with his shirt[which had ridden up at some point during the night] to pull the infernal animal out. Killer finally seemed to catch up on the situation, cursing as he scrambled up. MishMish yowled in a deafening pitch, shrieking as he evaded Cross's hands and slapping at them with his claws.

It took a solid minute of struggling before the pressure hit a peak and Cross was wheezing, laughter bubbling from his chest as MishMish's fur continued to tickle him.

It didn't hurt, it just tickled. Killer was shocked into a pause at the suddenness of it, leaving Cross to suffer under the feline's attack for another few seconds. Cross cackled, his hands shaking as he finally grabbed the cat and pulled him out. He gasped for air when it was over, breathing heavily, his face flushed from the strain. Killer chose that moment to unfreeze, rushing to take MishMish and hold the troublesome pet to his chest, his words coming out in a rush. "Oh jeez, I'm so sorry-"

Cross shook his head, "It's... fine." He slumped back on the couch, taking a moment to simply catch his breath, weakly tugging his shirt back down to cover his scarred bones. His other hand rubbed at his eyesockets, his chest heaving as he sighed out a slow breath. What a morning. He lowered his hand, pushing himself up to recline against the armrest with a yawn. "Anything on the agenda?"

Killer blinked, and shook his head, "Not really, but uh." He released MishMish, the cat sprinting away quickly with an offended huff. Killer rubbed his neck, hesitant. "..I wanna. Visit the guys. Let 'em know I found you and stuff.." Cross stiffened and Killer hurried to reassure him, "They were worried, Horror and Dust, and, and they helped me find you, so I just wanted to let 'em know you're alright and-"

Cross cut him off, "It's. When are we going?"

"Tomorrow, if that's alright?"

"...," Cross scratched his cheek, thinking over his options. Killer fiddled with his shirt, nervous, as he waited. Eventually, Cross hummed and slumped back down on the couch. "Sounds good, then." There was a series of thumps from the next room over, both of them jumping at the noise. They stared at each other, sharing a look, and Cross scrambled to get up, both of them rushing to the source to wrangle MishMish from whatever trouble he'd gotten into.

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HI SO, I DID NOT REALIZE THAT THIS DID NOT POST AS IT SHOULD'VE, NONE OF THE TEXT WAS HERE AND I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL LIKE TODAY [JUNE 5 2022] AND I FEEL SO BAD FOR DOING THAT TO YA'LL LKDSJFA;SLDFA