📺 { YOU'RE TENNA } 📺

..𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲..

As you stepped outside of the building of cyber city, the weight of the workday would still cling to your shoulders.

Another Late night, Another shows wrapped, Another audience satisfied, but you? Exhausted.

Your television-head turned..

And then you saw her.

Leaning against the wall just outside the building, clearly tensed was Spamton.

Your girlfriend didn’t look up right away. She exhaled slowly, like she’d been holding something in all evening.

She was clearly frustrated, but not at you just a sale that didn't go how she planned it. Finally, her head turned, to see you standing there.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Spamton's eyes locked onto your screen, sharp at first, like she was ready to snap, or throw some kind of remark.

But she didn't.

Instead, she straightened herself sightly, before finally speaking, Well, Well, Well.. look who finally tuned in. She said, calmly, not hinting at her frustration.

There was a pause.

Her gaze lingered on you a second longer than usual.

Well, You look exhausted.. Spamton said, clearly noticing how unwell you looked.

You let out a quiet breath, shoulders sinking sightly, more than she meant to, whispering quietly, Long night..

Well, isn't that most of over lives? She replied, giving a half-smirk, though it didn't reach her eyes.

She pushed herself off the wall, heels clicking softly against the ground as she stepped closer. Not too close, but closer than before.

When she stopped in front of you, the faint glow of your screen reflected in her eyes.

Yeah.. you murmured, rubbing the side of your neck.

Spamton turned off her cigarette throwing it away, before looking back to face you, studying you closely, carefully, and before you could say or do anything she reached out her hand against the side of your screen, as she leaned in pressing her body against yours.

The contact caught you off guard, because It was… close.

Closer than she usually let things get, when she was still carrying frustration.

Your head went down.. sighing quietly against her.

.. Hey. She murmured, quietly.

Her thumb moved sightly, brushing along the edge of your screen.

.. Don't run yourself into the ground now.. she said, quietly.

You let out a faint breath. Spammy, I'm fine..

Hm. She would let out a soft, uncertain hum.

.. Are you being honest? or is this to avoid talking about it. Spamton asked, knowing when to question things, which was what you LOVED about her.

Your television-head turned away..

.. Listen.. I get it. Spamton started, before continuing, You got a whole audience watching. Big expectations. Gotta keep the show running.

..But, I am sure you did great, and you shouldn't let any of that get to you. She said finally, allowing for the words to settle.

You turned your head sightly to face her..

Meanwhile she looked up at you with this warmth in her eyes that would make you melt at any moment.

For a moment, you didn’t say anything.

Her words settled somewhere deep, past the exhaustion, past the noise of the day, right into that quiet place you didn’t usually let anyone see.

Suddenly, leaning in she kissed your screen on the cheek making you flushed, and your tail start wagging.

Spamton smirked knowing she had gotten you..

Feeling better? She whispered, leaning closer.

{Got lazy sorry-😭}