Who Else Made A Very Specifically Tailored Playlist In Spotify That They Will Always Listen To, Except

Who else made a very specifically tailored playlist in spotify that they will always listen to, except in certain circumstances

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Mission accomplished

*ahem sounds* First fanfic I've ever made. It's for @irodimww !

Note: This may contain out of characterness

Bunster tapped his fingers on the dinner table, his leg bobbing up and down vigorously. "Wasn't Blindy supposed to be here an hour ago? I swear, he's never on time." Bunster scoffs. As soon as he finishes his words, the front door creaks open, revealing a bloodied and bruised Blindy. Blood leaked from his nose, dribbling down his chin, and his blindfold was nearly shredded, held together by hastily made stitches. Bunster's blood ran cold at the site, his hands fidgeting together. He quickly pulls a mental mask on and leans back in the chair. "Speak of the devil, Blindy. You're late." Bunster grins. He knew that would irritate Blindy. Blindy used his sword as a crutch, limping over to the table and sitting down. Bunster glanced up and down his figure, noting all the wounds and bruises. "So, rough day?" Bunster pokes. Blindy's mask furrowed, and Bunster knew he was glaring. "Aww, are you mad I hurt your feelings?" He teased. Blindy began to slump, his ears drooping. Bunster didn't believe it at first. "What, you trying to make me drop my guard for you?" He chuckles. After he noticed it going on for a bit longer than he expected, he stood up. "Well, you'd be right." Bunster mutters. He stands, making his way to Blindy and grabbing him roughly by the back of the shirt. Blindy tenses. "Let.... go." He growls. Bunster looks down at him. "Haha." He laughs sarcastically. "Not a chance." Bunster takes his other hand and wraps it around Blindy's stomach, effectively holding him like a sack of potatoes. Blindy grimaced, one of his worst wounds on the area Bunster had his arm wrapped around. Bunster carried him to the bathroom, setting him on the toilet. "Stay." Bunster went and took two rolls of gauze, a couple packets of antibacterial cream, and gauze clips from the shelves. Bunster reaches for Blindy's cloak but was quickly intercepted by nearly getting bit. Blindy's sharp teeth clamped down on the air where Bunster's hand had been. Bunster reacts just as fast and clamped his hand over his mouth. "No biting, or I'll shove a sock in your mouth." Bunster threatens. Blindy glares. "I'm.. fine." He miraculously manages to get out, between Bunster's paw and his weakness. Bunster watches him with an unamused expression. "Sure, now shut up and stay still." Bunster begins cleaning and then wrapping Blindy's wounds, steering clear of Blindy's sharp canines. "Now that that's done, how about we never talk about this shit again?" Bunster mutters. Blindy hisses through gritted teeth. "Fuck you." Bunster jerks back in suprise. He pushes Blindy against the wall before leaving. Blindy rubs his side and makes his way to the small bedroom. "He actually can take care of wounds. Suprising." He muttered, sitting on the bed.

Incorrect qoutes from Perchance.org

Kiwi: I will find us a covered wagon and horses.

Kiwi: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone.

Bunster: Oh, please. We're not children.

*Kiwi leaves*

Bunster, casually: ...Eat shit and die.

Blindy, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

Blindy: Come on, Kiwi. Nobody actually believes that Bunster is in love with me.

Kiwi, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Bunster is helplessly in love with Blindy.

*Everyone raises their hand*

Blindy: Bunster, put your hand down.

Kiwi: Hey, Bunster, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Bunster: Yeah.

Kiwi: And you, Blindy?

Blindy: Umm... yes?

Kiwi: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Blindy: Did they just-

*playing twister*

Kiwi: Right hand red.

Bunster: *ends up on top of Blindy*

Blindy: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Kiwi: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

Kiwi, when Bunster walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.

Kiwi: *accidentally smacks Blindy in the face with the baking sheet*

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Bunster lunged into a tight hug, his paw gripping Blindy's back. Blindy quickly grabbed Bunster's cloak, his eyebrows furrowing with concentration. His eyes widen as he hears the unfamiliar ring of steel unsheathing. "So," he hisses through gritted teeth. "You finally decide to use your knives?" Bunster drags Blindy down, tightening his grip and trapping Blindy's arm. Panic begins to simmer in Blindy's chest, but he quickly shoves it down. He lunges forward to bite Bunster. Bunster swiftly grabbed the tails of Blindy's blindfold and yanked him back. "Fuck." Blindy muttered. The panic couldn't stay down much longer. Bunster raised the knife. "Whats up, bitchesssss!" Kiwi bursts through the door, tossing confetti out. She pauses at the scene of a knife at Blindy's throat, Bunsters neck grabbed by Blindy. "...Damn, you two are h-" Kiwi begins. "WE ARE NOT!" Bunster and Blindy shout in unison. Kiwi raises her hands in defense. "Jeez, ok! Then just stop pinning each other down when I come in!" Kiwi quickly turns and leaves. Bunster stretches, seemingly unfazed by the near murder attempt he committed. Blindy pushes him off. Bunster chuckles, shoving him out of the way to head into the shower.

quick animation thingymajig LMAO (they were gonna pull the ‘hug then stab’ tactic on each other smh)