Kobra doesn't get hugs...

His cherry red hair shone in the sun as we walked around aimlessly.

"I'm bored." Whined Kobra Kid.

"We know, you've said about a hundred times!" Jet Star snapped back.

"Calm it you two." Party Poison said from up front.

We carried on walking, kicking sandy rocks as we went. Party Poison lead the way because he stated he knew where we were. The four of us made our way across the scorching hot desert.

"It's boiling in these jackets and masks." I pointed out.

"Hm, I know." Replied Poison.

"We should be there soon." Poison carried on, wrapping a blue jacketed arm around my waist, nuzzling his shining hair into the crook of my neck.

"EEW!" Jet shouts.

"How come when I complain everyone shouts at me, but when Fun Ghoul complains he gets a hug!" Kobra screeches.

I look out the corner of my eye and see Jet whispering and giggling to kobra. I blush the colour of Poisons kool-aid hair, then I feel a pair of lips hovering next to me ear.

"Just ignore them."

My head swivels looking up to Poison, to catch him winking at me, I smile back. He tightens his grip on my waist as we walk into the horizon; with dumb and dumber giggling behind us.