Nessa And Pico's First Met

Nessa and Pico's first met

they picked out the same, medicinal herb, that they were usually use on the market, and then, their hands attached on each other, and they picked out the fight on each other, Who's won? Well it's tie, and they became frenemies, end.

ye, idk, but thanks for 35 followers, that's all.

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the mods titles were not mine, and the idea nor either,

But, the ocs were mine,

Another Saturday, another sunrise in bed. Pico rolls over in the bed, body pulsing with heat from the gentle glow of sunlight throw the window. It’s half open. His face is covered in dark bars that blot out the light in his eyes. He reaches out to hold you, and you let him, even if it feels more like you’re a giant teddy bear than a person when he squeezes you.

“Too tight.”

“Mhm.” Pico didn’t want to let go. He buries his face in your hair. You swear you can hear him purr while he plays with your chest with his fingers. It’s silent. It doesn’t feel right. Chaos would be a fitting middle name to the ginger, yet here he is not making a peep. You feel you need to state this to get some sort of conversation going. “I used to never want to wake up. I thought if I slept hard enough, maybe I dicked around too much the night before, you know, all that shit, uh, I wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t wake up. But, uh, it never happened.” He kisses your cheek, meows into your ear.

“Is the catch that you realized you make a terrible cat?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood. It gets him to chuckle. Oh god, it sounds nicer than the morning birds watching the sun rise above the clouds.

“You’re the catch. Fuck that’s so sappy. Oh my fucking god.” Pico groans. You turn around to face him before he can hide under the covers.

“Keep going.”

“No! This is worse than when Nene—no you don’t need to know that. I don’t know how to do this.”

“Just talk.” You snake a hand down his back, rubbing at the sweet spot over his old scars and patched up bullet holes. He tries to act disinterested, but his bright, peppery face tells another story. He squints at the sun beaming in his eyes. For a moment, it fools him; Pico questions if you are the sun.

“I have a home to hold down now. I’ll move wherever it goes. I’ll hunker down there for however long I gotta. Guess you were right, saying I do have a place to go. Home,” He traces a heart on your breast. “Is where our hearts are in this disgusting mushy combined mess together. With blood everywhere. And lots of bump, bump, ba-dump. I wake up so I can hear it.” You take a deep breath, a deep exhale, not wanting to tear up. How long has it been, only for him now to admit it? To confess he’s comfortable, with you. You, who you wonder if he’d catch a stray bullet for. Well, you know the answer now, there’s no point in wondering. “Are you okay?”

“I feel amazing. I just, uhm, I’d like to feel yours then.”

“W-What? You want me to take my heart out?”

“No!” When he laughs, his face creases across his freckles. It hides some of the beauty he denies under his happy, but exhausted demeanor. A worthy trade off. “I just want to hear it.” Pico guides you to the frantic excitement bursting forth from his heart. He plays with your hair and dotes you in little kisses of affection. He keeps a steady hand by your heart. The two of you listen. The two of you become one. With an ear placed down on his chest, it’s as if his heartbeat echoes throughout your entire body. You feel safe, warm. The best part about that is he does, too.

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