TROPHY <3

knife: "Your face is really red."

S-shut up! *starts to get up* It's just... hot out here!

knife: "Right. Hot." *He pulls you back down, grabbing your wrist. You land on top of him again, and this time, he holds you there.*

Paintbrush: "So... Trophy." *They gesture to the sand next to them.* "Have a seat. We should probably talk."

Yeah, okay. *drops down onto the sand stiffly, hands clenched in his lap* So... you two actually want to... with me?

Paintbrush: "Yes, we do." *They look at Lightbulb.* "Right?" Lightbulb: "Mhm." *She nuzzles their arm.* Paintbrush: "But we want to make sure you know what this means. For all of us."

I really like you. *the words come out all at once, rushed* Like, a lot. And Knife knows and he's okay with it because we're both... *trails off, face burning* Shit, I'm messing this up.

"Oh...OH! You...like me? Like...like-like me?" *I blush, but smile a bit.* "I...I like you too, you know. Like that....but uh-"

*tackles Knife* Got you now, idiot!

*knife laughs, trying to squirm out from under you.* "Alright, alright, you got me."

*grins down at him* That's what I thought. *doesn't move off him* See? I'm still tough.