01 - Holding hands
Wander looked up expectantly at the skeleton overlord, who glared questionably back. "What?" He growled. His cheekbones burned as Wander smirked and grabbed his gloved hand. He fought in vain for his hand to be released. Wander giggled and Hater gave up, grunting reluctantly. "Fine. You can hold my hand but you let go when we go. Deal?"
"Yessum!" Wander beamed before dragging Hater after him, squealing with childish glee. Hater rolled his eyes, pretending not to enjoy the warm, mushy feelings Wander made him experience whenever the furball was around him. The fun fair's blaring music couldn't keep up with the beating of the area where his heart would of been nor the speed of Wander. The over-excited alien rocked impatiently on his heels whilst he waited for the 'Tunnel of love' ride's queue to speed up. Normally, Hater would point out how stupid these rides were but tonight he was out to make Wander happy, even if it meant doing things he wouldn't necessarily would've before. In the end it was worth it as he was rewarded with hugs and feelings he longed to cherish. Someday, Hater secretly hoped he could taste the lips of his crush but for now they were holding hands, going slow and steady.
And that was fine with him.