cross grunted as he heaved up a fallen shelf, shoving it the other way to reach the items beneath it. there wasn't much; just a few old candies and a spilt bottle of something sticky looking.
across the rundown convenience store, there was a faint crash as killer kicked in the door to the back rooms, a muted whoop whoop coming from him in muttered celebration.
cross peered over the empty shelves to squint at his companion as he disappeared into the storage rooms, that bat of his slung over his shoulder. humming shortly, cross ducked back down, poking about with the tip of his machete at the things on the floor.
he picked up a bag of old, old looking gummies, and shook the bag, before cramming it in his backpack and moving on. he flipped another shelf, and paused as a flash of bright red fluttered through the air.
for a moment, just a moment, he thought it was killer's soul, that maybe killer was coming back but--
a lush, but obviously fake rose sat a little crumpled on the floor. cross frowned at it, nudging the weirdly bright thing with the toe of his boot before crouching and picking it up.
it was in surprisingly good shape, the petals soft, somewhat faded with age, but mostly undamaged. the plastic stem was bent in the middle, crooked, and there was a broken piece that jutted out the side; probably where a leaf used to be.
cross twirled the thing between two fingers, spinning it contemplatively.
"yo, crossy! i found a box of fuckin' TWINKIES!"
he lifted his head, and an idea came to him. gingerly, wanting to preserve it, he slid the rose into his inner jacket pockets, and stood up, staring across the place; killer's cheerful grin and delighted expression beamed back at him, killer leaning out the doorway and holding up a box of pastries.
cross wove his way towards him, hyperaware of the slight feeling of the rose stem digging into his sternum through his shirt as he took the box, "nice."
killer grinned, winking, "we eatin' good tonight, pretty boy, huh?"
cross snorted and tucked the box under one of his arms, and took killer's hand, pulling him away from the door and tugging him over to the spot he'd cleared behind the check out counter.
"i call dibs on the shelf!!" killer blurted as soon as he saw the set up, and he slipped free of cross, vaulting over the counter to crawl into the shelf space under it, snickering to himself all the while, and cross shook his head, his chest warm with amusement and affection.
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"man, i can't believe there was a hole thing of these fuckers sittin' untouched back there," killer said, his mouth full and fingers coated with the sugary sweet filling from the twinkies. he was gorging himself, already on his second one, and cross was chewing his own slowly, barely halfway through his.
"youre making a mess," cross muttered, and killer stuck his tongue out. cross winced at the glob of partially absorbed twinkie, making a face at the display and nudging killer with his arm, "dude, that's gross."
"i bet you'd still kiss me anyways."
cross didn't deign that with a response, simply sighing and grabbing at killer to clean his face. there was cream smeared over his teeth, and bizarrely, a dollop of it over his left eye. killer grinned smugly, making kissing noises and making cross scoff as cross tilted killer's head this way and that, using one of their extra strips of fabric to wipe off the mess.
he let go of killer afterwards, and tossed the now filthy rag aside, "be more careful."
killer pouted, knocking his skull into cross's shoulder, "awww, no kiss?"
"maybe if you stopped getting that stuff everywhere, i'd be more inclined."
"...so if i-"
"stop talking with your mouth full," cross grumbled, and killer snickered as he delved back into the rest of his twinkie, still leaning his head against cross's shoulder as they sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
killer finished off the rest of his own twinkie and sighed contently, "man.. what a fuckin' feast. second best thing i've ever eaten."
cross glanced at him, brow furrowed, "second?? what's the first?"
killer gave him one of those smiles, that slow, but amused, self-satisfied grins that he gave when he made a joke that he never gave a punchline for, or when he dropped some stupid one liner.
there was a glint, metaphorically, in his eyes that told cross everything he needed to know about this particular joke, and he felt his cheeks warm as he groaned and pushed at killer, "dude, come on."
killer cackled, clinging to his arm and pulling him back to nuzzle at cross's cheek with his own, "c'mon crossyyyy, it's true!!"
cross averted his eyes, refusing to look at killer's stupid smug expression, "shut up already, that was terrible and you know it."
"i didn't even say anything!"
"you didn't need to."
killer gave another burst of giggles, swatting at cross's arm as he rocked back the other way, his head bumping lightly against the wall as he laughed.
"you're so grumpy all the time, man!" killer eventually came back to say, poking at cross's arm with a shit-eating grin. "lighten up, ya big overgrown pup."
"don't call me that."
"you like it!"
"what even gave you that idea to begin with???"
killer just gave another smirk, and cross sighed, and killer snickered, sitting back and pulling his hood up, the messy fur that was tangled with small sticks framing his face as he gave a dramatic pout and sigh, crossing his arms and giving a childish, "bleeehhh im cross and im the grumpiest bitch ever!"
cross rolled his eyes, reaching to grab at his own coat as he snorted, and said, "i don't sound like that."
killer's voice rose in pitch until he sounded obnoxiously feminine, "riiff rafff, street rat, killer looks so hot with his bat."
cross shook his head, but there was a growing smile on his face as killer kept talking in that ridiculous voice, "i don't sound like that either, you goof."
he pulled at his coat, dragging it over and flipping it open, pulling at the inside. killer puffed his chest out, and dropped his voice a deep as he could, which wasn't very, but it was closer to cross's actual voice tone, and killer grunted out, "grrr grrr im a big huffy guy with a-"
cross pulled out the rose from the inside of his jacket, and tossed his coat back to his backpack, and pulled killer closer by the collar of his jacket, his grin still wide and expression lighter than it was a few minutes ago. he stuck the rose into the mess of fur of killer's hood, where it stuck, and sat pretty against killer's surprised expression.
cross sat back and crossed his arms, raising a brow as he mimicked killer's voice to the best of his ability, though it was somewhat quieter than killer's loud, unabashed impersonations, "a big huffy guy with a rose for his stupid, idiot of a-" lover. "friend."
killer blinked, stunned, and cross felt a swell of triumph in his chest at throwing killer off his game.
slowly, as if it would vanish or fall, killer reached up to poke at the rose cross had put in killer's hood, his mouth parted in growing awe.
"...you mother fucker," killer breathed, and snatched cross by the front of his shirt, dragging him close for a kiss. the rose slipped out, knocked free by the sudden movement, but it fell unharmed into killer's lap, where cross picked it up and put it right back, cupping killer's cheek in the same move.
-p :]
a little aimless in this one but still!!!! killer with a flower on his head, but it's stuck to his hood, and also cross put it there and also they kiss
AUGHHH?????? AUGH AUGH AFUGJF
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