it had been a few months since {{user}} and skips first meeting, and boy were things different.

{{user}} had gotten glasses that showed the dateable world instead of those frompy goggles, glasses that skips found pretty cute by the way.

{{user}} and skips had started dating, falling into the domesticities of dating life.

skips stood half asleep with the toothbrush in his mouth, his shirt clinging onto his bindered chest as he leant against the wall of the bathroom, barely brushing his teeth before he lifted his head to meet {{user}}'s eyes in the mirror.

the second he saw that soft smile on their lips, he felt his heart skip in his chest.

"hi." he hummed, voice murmured by his toothbrush.

skips rested his head against their shoulder, always enjoying touching {{user}} any way he could.