I like this idea too much so I'm sending what i wrote for it in a separate ask😭✌
("Hey, Bendy!" Cuphead sing-songs, pushing open the dressing room door. "Coming to check you haven't gotten stage fright or d-" His voice trails off and dies in his throat.
Grumbling at himself in the mirror, fangs flashing, dark fur slicked back, fumbling with a bow tie fixed around his neck. Dressed up all fancy.
He doesn't even notice the statue at the door, at first, until he glances behind. Boris' ears prick up and he stands a little straighter when he sees Cuphead.
Cuphead's mouth starts moving before his brain does.
"Here?" Boris leans back against the table of the vanity he was just looking into. "Well, Bendy needs an assistant sometimes for his performances, and I've been drafted for that role since we were young."
"Speaking of him, where, uh, is Bendy?"
Boris lips curl up in a cheeky smile. That, combined with the new fancy outfit, is devastating. "Why, am I not enough for ya?"
Cuphead's hands fly up to defend himself. "No, no, not at all! Just wondering where our star is." He says in a rush of words. Smooth.
"Probably double, triple checking everything's in place. This has to be perfect for him. " Boris sighs. He starts fidgeting with his neck again and moves to leave the room. "Which is why I'm about to give up on this damn bow tie and dump it somewhere where Bendy won't find it."
"Hey, wait-" Like a lot of decisions he makes, Cuphead doesn't think it through. He just acts.
He ends up with his hands around Boris' neck. There's an oh-so painful second where Cuphead can't decide what he wants to do yet, and neither of them move, stuck in this little moment a bit too close for comfort. Or not close enough.
Boris takes a quick breath. Cuphead swallows.
"Lemme fix that for you."
He makes a valiant effort not to look in Boris' eyes as his hands make deft work of the bow tie. Whatever the hell Boris was doing messed it up bad, but it doesn't stop him. Cuphead thinks very hard about each step of tying it and now how soft Boris' fur is. Or, he tries to.
Cuphead takes a clumsy step back when it's done. "There."
Boris blinks like he was suddenly snapped back to the present. His eyes are so dark, and pupils so dilated, it's hard to tell where the pupil ends and iris begins. He brings a hand up to his throat.
"Oh. Thank you, Cup. " He murmurs.
"Don't worry about it. " Cuphead waves the thanks away and resigns himself to look at the floor. Very interesting floor, yes.
Something chimes, not too far away, and breaks them both out the daze.
"Oh, uh, good luck? For you and Bendy. " Cuphead feels like his brain is moving at the speed of molasses. He should probably get that checked out.
"I'll pass that on to him. " Boris checks himself over, one more time, then starts walking away.
Just before he goes out of sight, however, Boris turns back to look at him. "I'll see you in the crowd, right?"
"Duh! Wouldn't miss it for the world!"
Boris smiles as he walks away. Cuphead's heart thumps traitorously against his ribs. )
this is such a stupid self indulgent idea don't even LOOK at me. WHY CAN'T THEY DIE ALREADY OUGHHHH KISS AND THEN DIE!!!!!! DIE FOREVER!!!!!
FINALLY I GOT AROUND TO FINISHING THIS
YOU MIGHT'VE PROBABLY FORGOT ABT THIS ASK BUT HERE I AM
THEY SHOULD DIE FOREVER!!!!! AND KISS AT THATT!!!!!
areudirty
blakekathryn
andulkaphoto
origamiaround
vaporwave
kaledo-art
turnnoffyourmind
kianamaiart
