It’s too quiet…

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It’s too quiet…
Does the funny purple boi need a hug.
In truth?
He probably wouldn’t mind one-
Forgetting your own existence like-
Peers over a ledge and stares with a scrutinizing, thoughtful look.
He was napping on a high wall when he felt the presence of that scrutinizing look, he would’ve assumed they were a threat if it weren’t for the fact they had been there for some time, and chose to only watch him as he slept- which was still a little odd but no harm done, right?
Fu stirs, and mummers a quiet “ soo..? Do I have something on my face? ”
"Hehe, master of Kung Fu.... heeee get it? Get it?
Fu chuckled, having heard that a handful of times in his life, and still was amused by it “ you’ll have to be a bit more creative than that miss milk maiden, I’ve heard that one plenty a times before~”
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“ What the—”
The sudden force on his head wasn’t enough that it caused pain, though it did elicit a surprised oof, And eventually a huff since now his hair was all ruffled up and disheveled. “Ahh, seriously hearts? all that power you have and you use it for noogies and pranks? ” he complained, But he couldn’t really be mad- he didn’t mind it nearly as much as he made it seem so. And hearts probably knew that- “ just for that you gotta get me a soda or somethin— ”
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“ …!”
—whatever he’d been working on before, was immediately dropped when he feels the sudden contact on his cheek. Though- when he turns his head to see if what happened had actually happened- he found that the perpetrator had quickly gone back to tinkering with her gadgets, her face a shade darker than it was before. Many questions and thoughts filter through his mind. ‘Did she really just-?’ ‘Where did that come from??’ But the more he thinks about it, the hotter he feels his own face and ears get, and he’s quickly turning back to his own work without a word—
Except he isn’t really able to think properly now—