Gloyd couldn't believe it. Rancis Fluggerbutter, the one boy in all of Sugar Rush he craved more than candy corn, was kissing him. On the lips. Of his own free will. And it was… glorious.
His soft lips tasted like peanut butter and gourmet chocolate. Gloyd slowly placed his hands on Rancis slim hips and pulled him gently against his chest. Rancis sighed dreamily, making Gloyd smile against the blonde's lips. Rancis wrapped his arms around Gloyd's neck, pulling away slightly to breath. The gentle feel of the chocoholic's body against Gloyd's made the pumpkin wearing boy's heart pound. He looked into Rancis's sky blue eyes and thought he saw a flash of something; desire, maybe?
Suddenly Rancis blushed furiously and pulled back. He scooted to the other side of the sofa and looked down at his twiddling thumbs.
Gloyd gave him a confused look. "What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing!" Rancis said a little too quickly. "Just got some dust or something in my eye…"
Despite the situation, this made Gloyd snort laugh, and he didn't stop until he saw the level yet indignant glare Rancis was giving him.
"You are a despicable Chewman Being, Gloyd Orangeboar."
With an impish smirk, Gloyd slid over and pushed his head against Rancis's side to look up at him, batting his eyelashes with mock innocence. "You know you love the Snort Laugh."
"I hope you get Toothbrushes for Halloween."
Gloyd shrugged. "I can deal with that."
"I hope they cancel Opraline."
"You take that back!" Gloyd gasped, rising to his feet.
The aghast look on the bigger boys face made Rancis giggle, a high, wiggly sound reminiscent of a small dog. Gloyd saw this as an opening, and he pulled Rancis close, stopping with less than a foot of space between their noses. "And I love the Pomeranian Giggle. So we're even," he said in a low, gentle voice, his eternal smirk more amusement than arrogance.
Rancis made eye contact for only about five seconds before averting his gaze to the floor, squirming a little under Gloyd's intense gaze.
"You know," Gloyd began after letting Rancis go, "They say that eye contact lasting more than three seconds indicates a desire for either sex or murder." He looked at Rancis before walking back towards the kitchen. "And I counted at least that many from those pretty blue skittles in your face."
Rancis paused in the kitchen. "Oh darn. Now there won't any surprise on your face when I kill you tomorrow morning." At first, Gloyd was a bit shocked, but soon started smiling since Rancis seemed to have removed the Pixe Stick in his butt and decided to act less uptight.
"That's not a problem, because if you're killing me tomorrow morning, then I will be a happy man tonight."
Rancis started to flush, but he soon found himself laughing rather than giving the usual sour frown he made when someone bested his wit. As he calmed down a bit, he decided it would no longer be a chore to closely monitor Gloyd for the next two weeks. After all, it was far from a bad thing to have Gloyd Orangeboar- who held on to a linear train of thought as long as a Claw Machine held a poorly balanced plush toy- take such a consistent interest in him.
