#howallaby

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Frank: We give him apples or art supplies every year, Poppy. I want to get him something different this time. I just don't know what.

Poppy: Well, just keep an eye out and see if there's anything he needs. I'm sure you'll think of something.

*later*

Howdy: So, how do you feel about pet names?

Wally: Well, you have to call them something.

Frank: ...

*even later*

Barnaby: *laying on the floor dramatically* Hey, buddy, do you have a band-aid? Cause I've scraped my knee falling for you!

Wally: Oh no, you're hurt? Yes, I think Poppy has band-aids, I'll go get one right away.

Frank: ...

*on Christmas Day*

Frank: Merry Christmas, Wally.

Wally: Oh, what a lovely looking badge. Thank you, neighbour.

The Badge:

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Wally: I have been told that I am quite oblivious about when a person likes me. A guy could smack me on the head and I wouldn't realize he was into me.

Howdy: *looks thoughtful, before smacking Wally on the back of the head*

Wally: OW. *teary-eyed* What did you do that for, neighbour?

Howdy: *sighs heavily*

Barnaby: *pats shoulder in solidarity* To be fair, he did specifically tell you that wouldn't work, Howds.

Wally: *blinks in confusion*

*several days later*

Wally: *a neuron finally connects* Wait...

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Sally: *watching Wally and Barnaby messing about* Those guys are dorks!

Howdy: *with hearts in his eyes* Yes, but they're MY dorks.

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Barnaby: *pointing at a snoozing Wally in his lap* I don’t care who you are. If your boyfriend falls asleep in your lap, even after thirty minutes when both of your legs go numb, don’t move. You bucking stay there and appreciate the cute little thing in your lap. If you move, you’re weak and natural selection is coming for you.

Howdy: *playfully poking the still dozing Wally on the cheek* It’s funnier to slowly push him off the side of the couch though.

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Barnaby talking about his boyfriends:

Barnaby: Every single tall person is totally okay with being made fun of for being tall. You ask how the weathor is up there, and they just grin and go, "Yeah, ha ha, I'm tall."

Barnaby: Every single short person is fuelled by rage at their height. Make fun of them at your own peril. You ask how the weather is down there, and they instantly go from zero to, "Bitch I will cut you."

Wally: *smiling serenely* The shorter we are the closer to Satan we are.

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Poppy: Howdy, you'll be working with Barnaby and Wally on the stall.

Howdy: *punches the air* Yaaaas! My dream threesome! *gets stared at* O-Of people on a team!