It was pink.
It was also blob-shaped and cold.
But most importantly, it was pink and anything that was that pink after sitting in a freezer for two hundred years frightened him.
Butch raised an eyebrow at the dubious substance in the bowl and looked at his fellow Tunnel Snake. She gave an encouraging and hopeful smile and Butch sighed inwardly. Tentatively, he dipped his spoon into the pink menace and took enough to be polite, but not enough to make him gag if it turned out to be as horrible as it looked.
Steeling himself for what was to come, Butch put the spoon into his mouth…
And his knees went weak.
The Hero of the Wasteland grinned knowingly "It's better than sex, huh?" She said, swirling some onto her own spoon and licking it. A delighted shiver ran up her spine and she closed her eyes, savouring the taste.
After a few moments of awed silence, Butch finally found his voice and a cocky smile lit up his face as he winked at his female companion.
"I might just have to prove you wrong, girl."
And the Lone Wanderer blushed as pink as the strawberry ice cream she was eating.
I've had this pathetically sweet idea in my head for a while, and originally it was different and with Charon, but I figured Butch worked better anyway. :D Hmm, first one not to mention the other boys. Of course, they are not forgotten~