Oh, shut up. [Red Wine mutters into Steak's shoulder, his voice just as much lacking bite as the other Food Soul's does as he grips firmly into his shoulders and presses the bridge of his nose in against Steak's neck. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, sinking into the steady sound of Steak's pulse and the scent that is uniquely his, then he slowly pulls away and looks at him.
It would have been nice to figure it out sooner, but... at least they did figure it out?]
Gingerbread would be laughing at us. [He says, smiling weakly.] Both of us.
[Oh, he's sure that Gingerbread would find this entire thing utterly hilarious. She would tell them how long she had seen it coming, how stupid they both were to drag it out for so long... He can almost hear her laughing at them both.]
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It would have been nice to figure it out sooner, but... at least they did figure it out?]
Gingerbread would be laughing at us. [He says, smiling weakly.] Both of us.
[Oh, he's sure that Gingerbread would find this entire thing utterly hilarious. She would tell them how long she had seen it coming, how stupid they both were to drag it out for so long... He can almost hear her laughing at them both.]
Shall we go home?