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Please accept my . Me and my husband 1014 sonas i made for us . I hope this isnt cringe . I think theyre very cute and i like my husband . He ' s so lovely . Hes Ten . He isnt into bfb at all but he is very happy about it .

Also for archival purposes .

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Ten goes to a grocery store with Fourteen, to see if there's any alternatives as to, well, his skin.

(With, of course, the Fourteen Backpack leash thats actually a chain, and the bag is wired with an alarm that's motion detected if they were to lunge at others. This is the only way Ten was allowed to take them places.)

At the end of the trip, he sees only a thick cut ribeye and a large container of apple juice in the cart.

Ten sighs grimly at them, "" is this really all you'd eat, Fourteen? Not even—well you have a steak there, don't you want more? ""

"" No, "" is the simple response with a smile, clapping their hands before pulling Ten to the register.

As they're walking, Ten can feel sweat drip down his one, and he turns to the skipping fourteen behind him, seemingly cheery as day.

"" Do you really not eat any more than—this? "" He gestures with the bag, nodding towards it. He momentarily wonders if he's not a very nice person for running away whenever Fourteen wanted to eat his skin in the past.

"" Yup! "" Fourteen affirms plainly.

"" I've tried veggies before and they don't taste good.. Really bad texture. I don't like meat because it's wet and squishy and gross, but I Do like the blood from the package. I like apples, but they hurt my teeth. So I drink apple juice. Orange juice is too sour... ""

As Fourteen trails on, Ten didn't even notice they stopped. He was staring.

Fourteen was so malnourished because their only diet consisted of him.

Ten felt delirious in a way he shouldn't. Blood rushed to his heart that was beating like the blood was late for work, he was Fourteens favourite.

He was literally what sufficed and fed him, who took care of his needs.

What a sick number he is, he thought, and yet he was bursting at the seems.

"" Tenny! Lets keep going! "" Fourteen exclaimed in a snap back to reality, making Ten stumble and mumble agreements while a beautiful ombre ate at his cheeks.

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The apotheosis is upon us .

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Do you think one day Fourteen is very very different and its mortifying Ten. Fourteen is too different and he could feel something was off.

For once in a very long time, there was no rush of adrenaline and excitement, and instead, Ten was anxious. Fully afraid. Fourteen didn't seem to pace after him in the way a small dog would follow, there was no exuberance and intrusion in their actions. They simply pattered over from behind, fidgeting, quiet alongside grunts and huffs of air, not even a flash of a tooth or a glimpse from their eyes. And Ten almost resented this, resented the change.

This wasn't something he was used to. Sneakiness, obviously, Fourteen was definitely a very sly number and yet so unbelievably obnoxious, but this was undoubtedly forward. Ten wasn't even slightly sure what to do, to offer his patchworked arm or ask what was wrong. Fourteen simply... Tagged along, rather than following or trailing behind.

That is, until, a rose with a crumpled stem is taken out when Fourteen drags him beneath a tree. Ten is backed against it, sitting, and fourteen is on their knees between his open-legged sit. They place it in Tens hands and takes out an amount of battery operated candles that shouldn't be possible, because Fourteen has no pockets or anywhere on their person to keep it, and yet they are sprinkled prettily around Ten.

"" I did this for you, "" they say, voice wobbily, and yet it was finally the cadence that Ten recognizes. Gravelly, almost an exasperated desperation to their voice, hungry and yet —

Shy. Trying to be confident, but shy.

"" I've seen movies, I think they're gauche, "" as a flush deepens on their numbers, hands petting Tens orange integers adoringly, "" do you want to be savoured, too? ""

It comes out more excited and jagged than a sultry and suave algebralien would ever say, and Fourteen was awkward, and smelled so fragantly of flesh and musty clothing.

And yet, Ten was shaking with a limp rose in his hands, eyes locked onto the one he was unsure to call a lover. But if there was anything, they looked like one.

So much effort just for a dinner. Just for the main course.

Oh, algebra, it was a date.

Needless to say, a very deskinned Ten laid on the grass in excruciating and mortifying pain while sobbing while fourteen bandaged his limbs, saying "" I'm so sorry "" over and over with no real guilt behind it, and Ten would go back to mumbling about their behaviour, and shoving them halfheartedly before shrieking whilst Fourteen tells him to be careful.

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Fourteen doesnt like being dehumanized despite being very animalistic. Obviously if Ten said anything hed be less aggravated but being attributed to an animal irritates them for some for reason, despite purring, having retractable claws, far more flocked, rubbery thick skin and sandpaper tongue, paws and fangs and pupils that dilate, slobbering like pavlovs dog at a bell around Ten, chasing prey, and more. I feel like fourteen, for some reason, hates being equated to a ruthless animal because they have a conscious much more intelligent than a pet.

So when he gets called "" rabid "" or "" feral "" i think it aggravates him lots and he just goes into hiding . Feel like thats his way of "" safety "" to him from the others . When ten calls him it, he gets gruff snd mumbly but does his best ro "" prove "" themself . Which only terrifies more because now Fourteen is acting like a goddamn serial killer and its worse than getting Chased .

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Gonna play ultrakill. Let me know if you want me to post drafts, friends.

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