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Donut is in a weird mood, like a sence of independing doom, as if something bad will happen later on...well, Barf Bag could take his mind off things, like the good friend she is!

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Exhausted. Our pastry was exhausted. It feels like TPOT had been a lot more tiring lately, and he didn't know why. Every day felt like he was trudging with a big boulder chained to his stick-leg. Everytime his team needed him (even though this was their break while the viewers voted), he felt like straight-up saying "No!" and ditching them altogether. He was NOT in the mood..

Not only that, but he felt like something bad was going to happen eventually. And Barf Bag? Donut felt the need to protect her at all costs. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her, yet it felt like something bad WAS going to happen to her! The cherry-filled donut couldn't let that happen!

Donut rubbed his eyes, sitting on one of the many comfy couches in the hotel. Staring at the ceiling, he lazily crossed his arms over himself.

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"Heya, Donu-! Oh. No offense, but you look...uhm."

Donut looked up at-- Oh! It was Barf Bag! He was still drained, but his mood was instantly brought up ever so slightly at seeing his best friend. "Uh...hey. Yeah, I'm just--" Donut sighed. "I don't know. I don't feel right.."

Barf Bag frowned, trotting over to the tired pastry. She patted the couch in question, Donut nodding as he sat up, the brown bag taking a seat next to her friend. "..wanna talk about it?"

"It's just--...I dunno, I'm drained. I have this weird feeling, like something bad'll happen! Especially YOU, and--" Barf Bag raised her hand, a slightly stern expression on her face. "Hey, slow down." Her expression softened. "Try not to stress! I'm sure that feeling will go away soon. And I night not be able to make you less drained, but I think I could help a little with your mood!"

Donut gave a weak smile. "Thanks, Barfy. But what--" Donut cut himself off at the sight of Barfy Bag slowly raising her hands up, giving a few wiggles of her fingers. "Heh." Donut immediately scooted away a little, giving a few chuckles of his own, but in more of a nervous manner. "N-Now, Baggy-- Surely I'm thinking of something else then what you have in mind!! You're gonna give me a big hug, right?"

"..." A devious grin formed on the barf bag's lips, tauntingly getting closer at a slow pace. "Oh, come ON-!!" Barf Bag interrupted Donut, gently digging her digits into both sides of him.

"Mm-- MmMMpfh-!!" Donut tensed up, a wide smile spreading across his face. Despite this, he held in any urge to burst into giggles. "Aww, being stubborn~? C'mon, I'm trying to cheer you up! Just let it out, Cherry!"

Donut shook his head (..head?) no, loosely holding onto her wrists, yet not nearly pushing her arms away. Usually he would be resisting continuously, shoving whoever targeting him and using every tactic to get them to cut it out. But...it was Barf Bag! He couldn't bring himself to sneak her off! Speaking of Barf Bag, she sighed playfully, beginning to scribble up and down Donut's sides. "Looks like I have to use a different tactic!"