“Hey, Fresh?” Swap says, stumbling as the skeleton recovers from being picked up and kissed. “Could you erm… never do that again? Like ever?”

He stares at Fresh, knitting his eyebrows and crossing his arms: Fresh joked about doing romantic things to Fresh a lot; As funny as it was to him, he didn’t want Fresh to actually continue doing things to him, so he had decided to put his foot down.

“I know I laugh about this a lot but like: don’t actually do those things to me, alright?”