I sigh and walk up to the couch, making note of every dull thud my boots made. Marx Soul was sitting on the couch, his strange eyes fixated on the TV. A long, thin smile was on his face. He always had that creepy expression plastered on his face when he was in his Soul Form. This, however, wasn't my main concern.

"Marx?" I asked, hoping to get his attention. My claw-like fingers shaked in light anticipation. My question only fell on deaf ears though, as he continued to stare at the TV. I shake my head slightly. You shouldn't ignore people like this, it's rude. I guess I had no choice but to resort to drastic measures. I started to speak in a loud and quick manner.

"Marx I need your attention and I need it desperately it's on a very serious matter and I don't think I'll be able to do it by myself you're the only one who I think is capable of doing this--"

"YES, EDWARD, WHAT IS IT?"

I sit down next to him on the couch and awkwardly wrapped my arms around him, minding my claws. My left arm was on his back and my left arm was on his chin. He was slightly drooling on my left arm since his tongue hung out of his mouth, but I didn't mind. I smiled, resting my head on his hat.

"Hi, Marx."

"UH… EDWARD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Hugging you."

Marx Soul didn't respond. He just stared at me with strange eyes of his. His smile just stayed the same. Trying not to get too creeped out by that look on his face, I sigh heavily and tighten my grip a little bit; not too much, just a little. We stayed like this for what felt like at least 10 minutes, with me occasionally fiddling with the pompoms on Marx Soul's hat. After some time, Marx Soul spoke, startling me a little.

"UH… EDWARD, I HATE TO BREAK UP OUR LITTLE FIASCO, BUT--"

"Just a little longer?"

Marx Soul only sighed. He wrapped his wing around me in a comforting way. I blushed, my cheeks turning a light purple. Deciding to enjoy the moment, I sigh heavily and close my eyes, shuffling closer to Marx Soul.

Only a couple minutes later, I fell asleep.

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I actually wrote this way back in December of 2018. I initially published this on Tumblr, and on AO3 shortly after. This was also written before I watched Edward Scissorhands, which explains Edward's little "vocal outburst" (which, by the way, I now know he would never do).

Don't be expecting any more "The Boy" fics out of me, either. Falling in love with "Edward Scissorhands" made me realize that I heavily glorified "The Boy". From that point onward, I realizedthat "The Boy" is a sub-par film. Because fight me.

I'll also be uploading my other Edward fics from AO3, so be expecting that.