maybe 75 for the kiss prompts with bing/host? pretty please?
Just a quick prompt before my game today. HAVE SOME TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF
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Prompt 75: “That’s just adorable.”
“-and he was telling me just the other day that-”
“What do you see in him?” Bim interrupted, not glancing up from his phone. He lounged on the couch, feet stretched out and draped over Yan’s lap.
Yan, however, did look up, her thumbs still moving rapidly across her phone’s digital keyboard. It wasn’t hard to guess who she was texting, or what she was texting about; there was a new boy at her school, who she was absolutely infatuated with. Bing doubted it would last a week. “He’s so creepy,” she said, making a face, “and he doesn’t talk to anybody, just himself.”
“He talks to me,” Bing argued, setting down his Switch. He’d died anyway, defeated by a Goomba. “If you guys gave him a chance-”
“I get that all the time.” Bim waved a hand. “‘Just give him a chance! You’ll like him once you get to know him!’ Like a nice personality will make him any prettier.”
“Does he bleed on you when you kiss him?” Yan asked, eyes widening.
“What?” Bing wrinkled his nose. “No, of course he doesn’t. That’s what the bandages are for.”
“Have you ever seen him without them?”
“I-”
“We’re getting off topic.” Bim straightened his glasses, fixing Bing with a stare. “What do you even see in him? Why the hell are you dating *the Host* of all people?”
“Well,” Bing considered this, tilting his head. “He’s really thoughtful, and a good listener-”
“That’s what they all say.”
“And he’s got a smile that’s adorable as shit.” Bing grinned at the thought.
“You’ve seen him smile?” Yan sat straight up, dislodging Bim’s legs. The show host gave an indignant “hey!” of protest, which went ignored. “No one has ever seen him smile!”
“I have,” Bing said proudly, “in fact, I-”
“Bing?” A shadow darkened the doorway to his room. All heads turned to see the Host, hovering just beyond the threshold. “The Host was wondering-”
He paused, seeming to register that there was more than just Bing occupying the room. He frowned. “Perhaps the Host should come back later.”
“Nah, dude.” Bing went over to him, draping an arm over his shoulders and giving him a peck on the cheek, unbothered by Bim’s grimace or Yan’s mock gagging noises. “You were wondering?”
“If Bing would like to have dinner later tonight,” the Host finished, the words tumbling from his mouth like they were in a hurry to get out.
Bing’s grin seemed to light up the room. “I’d love to, dude.”
The Host smiled, a faint ghost of a thing that flickered across his lips quickly before disappearing from view. He dipped his head before separating himself from the android’s clutches. “The Host will see Bing tonight, then.”
He left without another word, and Bim and Yan gaped openly as Bing came back over, plopping himself back into his bean bag and retrieving his Switch. “What?” He asked innocently, as they continued to stare. “It’s not like it’s hard.”
