Ship(s) — Yet again none, but you can see it as DonutBag if u wanna :]
Summary — Donut is in a weird mood, like a sence of independing doom, as if something bad will happen later on...well, Barf Bag could take his mind off things, like the good friend she is!
A/N — I MISS BARF BAG I NEED MY WIFE
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Exhausted. Our pastry was exhausted. It feels like TPOT had been a lot more tiring lately, and he didn't know why. Every day felt like he was trudging with a big boulder chained to his stick-leg. Everytime his team needed him (even though this was their break while the viewers voted), he felt like straight-up saying "No!" and ditching them altogether. He was NOT in the mood..
Not only that, but he felt like something bad was going to happen eventually. And Barf Bag? Donut felt the need to protect her at all costs. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her, yet it felt like something bad WAS going to happen to her! The cherry-filled donut couldn't let that happen!
Donut rubbed his eyes, sitting on one of the many comfy couches in the hotel. Staring at the ceiling, he lazily crossed his arms over himself.
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"Heya, Donu-! Oh. No offense, but you look...uhm."
Donut looked up at-- Oh! It was Barf Bag! He was still drained, but his mood was instantly brought up ever so slightly at seeing his best friend. "Uh...hey. Yeah, I'm just--" Donut sighed. "I don't know. I don't feel right.."
Barf Bag frowned, trotting over to the tired pastry. She patted the couch in question, Donut nodding as he sat up, the brown bag taking a seat next to her friend. "..wanna talk about it?"
"It's just--...I dunno, I'm drained. I have this weird feeling, like something bad'll happen! Especially YOU, and--" Barf Bag raised her hand, a slightly stern expression on her face. "Hey, slow down." Her expression softened. "Try not to stress! I'm sure that feeling will go away soon. And I night not be able to make you less drained, but I think I could help a little with your mood!"
Donut gave a weak smile. "Thanks, Barfy. But what--" Donut cut himself off at the sight of Barfy Bag slowly raising her hands up, giving a few wiggles of her fingers. "Heh." Donut immediately scooted away a little, giving a few chuckles of his own, but in more of a nervous manner. "N-Now, Baggy-- Surely I'm thinking of something else then what you have in mind!! You're gonna give me a big hug, right?"
"..." A devious grin formed on the barf bag's lips, tauntingly getting closer at a slow pace. "Oh, come ON-!!" Barf Bag interrupted Donut, gently digging her digits into both sides of him.
"Mm-- MmMMpfh-!!" Donut tensed up, a wide smile spreading across his face. Despite this, he held in any urge to burst into giggles. "Aww, being stubborn~? C'mon, I'm trying to cheer you up! Just let it out, Cherry!"
Donut shook his head (..head?) no, loosely holding onto her wrists, yet not nearly pushing her arms away. Usually he would be resisting continuously, shoving whoever targeting him and using every tactic to get them to cut it out. But...it was Barf Bag! He couldn't bring himself to sneak her off! Speaking of Barf Bag, she sighed playfully, beginning to scribble up and down Donut's sides. "Looks like I have to use a different tactic!"
Barf Bag's attempt was victorious, as Donut had broke, starting to giggle. A lot. "Pffahaha-!! Baharfyhyhy!! Nohoho!!" Barf Bag let out a 'Whoop whoop!!' Looks like I've gotten you to crack~! You also say 'No!' a lot, don't you?" She teased gently, still lightly dancing her fingers up and down repeatedly.
Donut was laying down by now, protesting verbally, but physically taking it. His face almost looked as if it was tinted with a light pink, or maybe a similar, yet lighter color to cherry filling. He had to fight back every urge to curl up into a tight ball, because, as said earlier, he just didn't wanna, if it was Barf Bag! She was trying to cheer him up! And...if he was being honest? It was working.
Barf Bag, wanting to try a different spot, lifted her arms off his sides, her hands accidentally brushing across his forearms as she did so. Donut immediately jolted as if he had just gotten struck by Lightning, letting out a startled noise.
Barf Bag paused.
Barf Bag looked down at Donut.
Barf Bag grinned.
Before Donut could protest, Barf Bag grabbed his wrist, her free hand beginning to trace and doodle random shapes on the forearm.
The vomit-filled individual was shocked as Donut let out a squeal, kicking his legs as he failed to resist curling up like earlier. "BAHARFY, NOHOHAHAHA!! NAHAT THEHEHERE!!" Despite laughing like a maniac, he leaned against Barf Bag, his mood had definitely improved since she had started. This made Barf Bag smile a little more softly, adding little zigzags and spirals to the mix of tracing patterns.
Donut's smile was wider than ever, barely able to form proper words as he gripped the fabric of the couch with his hand, the one that wasn't trapped by Barf Bag's gentle (yet firm) own palm. "E-EHEHE-- BAHARF BAHAHAG, CUHUT IT OHOHOUT!!!"
Barf Bag HAD to let out a small laugh! She let go of her buddy's wrist, who sighed, still giggling a little bit. "Okay, okay-- But ONE last thing, I PROMISE!! You'll LOVE it~!"
Donut made a confused expression. "Uh-- I really doubt thahAHAT-!!" Barf Bag interrupted Donut AGAIN, beginning to quote on quote 'eat' him, making goofy 'om-nom-nom' noises as she did so. "Mmm~! Yummy!! Such a TASTY little donut, am I right??"
Yeah, uhm...safe to say that Donut had absolutely LOST it. "OHOHO MY BAHAKERY FOHOR SPRIHIHINKLES SAKE, STAHAHAP-!!" Barf Bag obliged, shrugging her arms and pushing herself off the pastry, leaning against him afterwards with an amused giggle.
Bagel-Brain sighed in relief, relaxing as he melted into a puddle of breathy giggles, still recovering after that while 'Cheer-up session'. Barf Bag hummed. "Feeling better?"
"..Yeheah. Yeah. Thanks, Barfy." Donut smiled a more eased and thankful smile, Barf Bag returning the gesture afterwards. "You're welcome, Sprinkles!" Donut couldn't help but chuckle from the cheesy nickname.
"I don't know where I'd be now if you didn't exist."
