Fallen Angels

[tweek;]

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''No, I'm sorry. That dust bunny over there claimed me first.'' Crayon said, smirking slightly. ''Now, come on. let's get you upstairs.''

[Choco]

Becca looked truly upset, thinking that the 'dust bunny' was real. "B-but.. You're mine. How can it claim you if you're mine?" She asked with a sniffle, opening her eyes and looking down at him.

[tweek;]

Crayon smirked a little, then smoothed it over. ''That bunny had been here quite a while, Bec. Both of us have. You're just going to have to fight it to the death for me.'' He said, grinning at her.

[Choco]

Becca sniffed softly once more and shrugged. "I don't want to fight anybody though." She whined, looking upset again.

[tweek;]

Crayon exhaled, frowning slightly. "Okay, okay. I'll just tell it to let me go." he said, placing her on her feet gently. He marched over to the corner and glared down at the dust bunny. "IT'S OVER! YOU HEAR ME? OVEERRRRRR!" He bellowed, kicking at the pile of dust and coughing slightly. He backed away, walking back over to Becca. "It's done. I'm yours now." He said, still holding back a smile.

[Choco]

Becca smiled softly when he came back, and stood on her tippy-toes to kiss his cheek softly. "Thank you, Crayon." She said happily, slipping her hand into his and swinging both of them for a few minutes before yawning softly. "I'm sleepy." She muttered.

[tweek;]

Crayon smirked slightly, revealing a deep dimple in his left cheek. He swung their hands as he started to pull her towards the rickety stairs. ''Upstairs. You can sleep up there.'' He told her, still smirking.

[Choco]

Becca nodded and smiled. "You'll be up there too, right?" She asked as she glanced up at him, wondering what the smirk was for.

[tweek;]

Crayon nodded again. ''Of course. Just in case that dust bunny rises from the dead and wants revenge.'' he said, still smirking.

[Choco]

Becca shuddered and frowned, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. Snake chuckled softly as she flitted into Crayon's mind. You do realise that you can tell her anything, and she'll believe you. You could tell her that you had purple skin, yet she'd still believe you.