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[Mephone uses he/him, Floory uses he/they]
Mephone was in his cabin’s kitchen by himself. He needed time to himself but he didn’t know for sure if space was all he needed. That’s the conclusion he came to since everyone around him felt loud. Now he was alone. He’d be ok, he thought. A sigh escaped him.
Mephone reached around the cabinet above him impatiently. His hand touched one of Floory’s snacks, a bag of chips. Surely Floory wouldn’t mind. Mephone tried opening the bag but he struggled. Shaking suddenly and moving out of impulse, he starts pulling on his wires, tears forming in his eyes.
“FUCK!” Mephone yelled in frustration. It wasn’t even a big deal. It was just a bag of chips. Why the hell was he crying?
Mephone screamed into his hands as he hit the lower cabinet with his foot. “FUCK! FUCK! AGH!!” He screamed and yelled at himself. He didn’t feel right. He felt off, like his head needed to explode.
A familiar pattern of knocks made him regain consciousness. He wiped the tears off his screen quickly and cleaned up the mess he’d made in the kitchen. Deep breaths… Deeep breaths.
He opened the door to a pleasant surprise. It was Floory.
“I heard noises from the cabin. Are you alright?” They were worried. Mephone didn’t like it when he worried people, especially Floory.
“Yeah… I’m fine. Just… dropped a few things in the kitchen.” He wasn’t looking at Floory as he came up with the excuse.
“Mephone… look at me.”
Mephone didn’t look up, too scared to face him. He knew if he looked, he’d cry more than he’s ever cried in the entirety of season three.
“Mephone.” Floory called him again. This time, he looked at him.
Mephone’s eyes bulged with tears, his throat forming a lump. Floory embraces him in a warm hug as Mephone lets his tears out on him.
He hated this. He wanted to avoid this. He didn’t want to let it out on Floory. He didn’t want to feel this way all because he couldn’t open a bag of chips.
“I’m sorry… I’m… I’m sorry... ” Mephone sobbed into his chest, his voice muffled.
“Shhh… No, it’s ok.” They stroked the top of his head to calm him down.
Mephone pushed them away, breaking their comfortable hug. Floory was surprised but he tried his best not to show it.
“I don’t deserve the affection you’re giving me! Just stop! Stop… stop pretending you care about someone as insane as me…” His voice shaken from the fear and sobs.
“I do care.” He didn’t hesitate.
“You’re lying! Just like all the rest! You don’t want me! You want to leave me! Just like they want to!” His response came in hiccups and sobs.
Floory approached him slowly, his arms open as if he was trying to calm a hurt animal.
“Mephone.” His tone was soft. The space between them grew smaller. “Calm down.” It grew even smaller.
“N-..No..” He whimpered. His voice almost a whisper. Every inch of his body was trembling, his arms closed up against him.
“Breathe, Mephone.” They were even closer.
Mephone let out a shaken laugh. “I’m al- always breathing.” He laughed again, his lips trembled as he cracked the joke.
“Mephone. This is a serious matter. Don’t joke about it.” Their hands landed on both sides of Mephone’s upper arms.
He didn’t reply.
The gap between them finally closed when Floory gave him a squeeze. They took in Mephone’s machine-like scent, wanting to bottle it inside his brain forever. Mephone reached his arms out and squeezed him back.
“Feeling better?” He asked, making sure the tone he asked it in was just right.
“…No…” His voice muffled against the warmth of his verdant coat of fur.
Floory’s lips turned upward, creating a half smile. They patted and rubbed Mephone’s back in reassurance. Floory smelled of lush grass and fresh flowers, calming Mephone’s nerves.
Floory gave him a kiss on his forehead. It felt as though a feather had given him the gentlest of kisses. Mephone relaxed into their arms.
“Let’s move to the bedroom, yeah?” He offered.
“Mmm..” Mephone agreed.
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Mephone long gone in Floory’s arms, dozed of into a deep sleep. Floory chuckled as this has happen way too many times now. God, he loved him so much.