Guzma’s feeling…. rather outside of himself this evening.
Perched on the couch in a rather comfy place, he seemed content. The TV buzzed quietly in the background, though he didn’t really appear to be paying it any mind. Who knows where his mind wanders at night…
A grunt trundled in after a time, collapsing onto the couch next to their beloved Boss. Not too close, just in case Guzma was in a mood.
“….C’mere,” Guzma didn’t move his gaze from the TV, but placed an arm on the back of the couch.
The grunt was confused at first, and simply sat in place, staring. “What, Boss?”
“Dingus,” Guzma snorted, his smile soft, “Y’dont gotta be so far away.”
“Oh!” The grunt scooted closer, but not close enough to touch their Boss.
“…..” Suddenly, Guzma’s arm was over their shoulders, and he pulled them in, hugging them to his chest.
The grunt’s face lit up, red like a tamato berry, but they remained. Even after a few moments, they wrapped their arms around his waist, and rested on him.
Time passed, and a grunt sat on his lap. Another arrived, and laid on the back of the couch, resting their cheek on his head. A few more appeared, and positioned themselves in the snuggle group as best they could.
Plumeria comes across the cuddle puddle, pausing to stare at it for a moment with arms folded over her torso, eyebrow aloft.
Finally, to a chorus of hoots and groans from those on the sofa, she joins them, simply flopping her entire body over everyone present like an enormous, obnoxious cat.
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