I... I genuinely don't have a-anything to say at this point. What the fuck.

"....Can I...?" He's reaching out for the cat ears.

He seemed.. maybe too thrilled to be basically petting another man's ears. But they're cat ears, so it's not that weird, right? ... Yeah, it's still weird. Dwight's trying not to think about it, reaching up to touch them.

They just.. feel like normal cat ears. Weird. Shouldn't he be sneezing right now if that wasn't the case? Maybe it's the fact that Steve's still mostly human that nullifies it. Who knows?

O-oh...

Ace is doing something stupid again. He can feel it.

Ace please-

He's already burying his face in his hands. Why is Ace like this.

Calm. Life is calm.

"What- oh." He blinks, almost like a deer in headlights, before taking the wrench in hand and setting off to work. "Um, r-right.. thanks."

He just about jumps out of his skin before realizing just who snuck up on him. "Jesus... At least s-say something.."

"I.. don't think so," he muttered, finally relaxing again with a quiet huff. "Y-You're, uh.. you're cuddly today."

He's not wearing the box. He refuses.

"N-No.. not complaining. Just.. commenting." He can't be mad about that, but he can still get frustrated when Ace inevitably gets himself in trouble.

... That's more reasonable.

The leader chuckled under his breath, leaning against the other survivor. Mm.. warm. "Well, uh.. as long as you b-behave yourself, do what you want."

"D-Do I really have to? I think you can g-guess." The gambler really acted like he didn't know what he was doing.

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