[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

32: There's Probably A Dick Joke In Here Somewhere

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"REALLY?? YOU GOT TUNA???"

"Yeah, of course! I didn't know what kind of tuna you liked though, so I got a few of each one."

"........" He jumps in your arms, "THANK YOUUUUU!!!"

"Awe, you're welcome, Grim!"

You hug the purring Grim in your arms as he hugged a few cans of tuna. You kind of regret getting so many things, since you and Deuce had to carry it all. But now your refrigerator is full, and you and Grim are so much happier!

Ace and Deuce were still putting away groceries, and you were helping Grim open a can of tuna so you can resume putting things away.

"Ace, I didn't know what kind of ice cream you liked, so I got you both strawberry and cherry since uh... since your favorite color is red..." You scrunch your nose, "Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't use that metric to make decisions. Like how purple is a pretty color, but I'm not the biggest fan of grape flavors. Oh, also, keep the cherry ice cream away from me because I'm actually allergic to-oh!"

An arm goes around your waist, and from what you see in your peripheral vision, it was Ace. he leans his chest against your back. On the other hand, he was balancing the ice creams on top of each other (they weren't big, maybe enough for two people to share each).

"Ah, you really are the best, aren't you?" Ace grins, his cheeks a little pink, "You guessed right though, cherry is actually my favorite in general. So keep that in mind for later, yeah?"

You snort, "Sure thing. Like I said though, I can't really surround myself with it since I'm allergic to cherries."

It was stupid honestly. Ever since you were a kid, you had the foreboding feeling that the only reason you were allergic to cherries was because you needed to be for the convenience of a certain song.

It's an obscure thing, you are well aware of it.

The redhead sighs, leaning his forehead on your back, "Oh, woe is me. Perhaps it just wasn't meant to be."

"Oh, such a tragedy," You play along with flamboyance, "Maybe when the Gods look down at us in favor, they realize that our love is stronger than any cherry allergy. They will grant us mercy, allowing the sun to shine down on us and our love again."

"..."

"..."

"..."

You chuckle awkwardly, "Too much?"

Ace pulls away from you with a laugh, "No, no! That was actually really good! You ever think about going into theater?"

"No, 'cause then everyone would know that I'm gay and they would be all over me," You say jokingly (but not really).

Deuce chokes on his spit, pounding his chest and coughing violently. Ace yelps and rushes to his friend, patting him on the back.

"Yo-You like girls?" Deuce squeaks.

You shrug, "Guys, gals, nonbinary pals. Doesn't matter to me."

Ah, okay. Deuce doesn't know why he panicked. He doesn't give a crap about stuff like that, you like who you like and that's it.

But the dumb part of his brain (the every part of his brain) thought you meant you were strictly gay. Of course, in hindsight, that didn't make any sense either, you showed obvious interest in him.