thechanged | SLEEPING BEAUTIES EPILOGUE: THE KISS

The twins approach the typewriter, cautiously. The blue peacock keeps tugging on the sleeve of his twin, worried about the vines snagging them both again, despite Mason's assurances.

The typewriter seems to have been missed in the rush to revive everyone. After a brief conference, during which the pink peacock states that she's not kissing a guy, the blue peacock (who is not at all averse to the idea of kissing the typewriter, metal or no metal) kneels by the typewriter, straightens his glasses and kisses him, very gently, on the lips, leaving some of his bright blue lipstick there.

He groans somewhat, feeling like he's been hit in the head with a heavy textbook. Which is...probably the case, given that he was fighting those vine things in the library. But, wait, there's another thing, another weird sensation, like there's something warm on his lips...

He quickly sits up, and like he's being possessed by a ghost, the keys on his chest start to type wildly, producing something on the sheet of paper sticking out of his back that looks something like this, which is also the equivalent of the sound coming out of his mouth right now:

BWUHGHHJKLKJfghjhgfdGHJK,,.:LKJKL:LKJHGG/.,mljhhjkKJH

He can't blush, no, but he looks incredibly embarrassed all the same and also confused and annoyed all at once. What the hell is going on? Who are these people?? Is that lipstick on his mouth???

"Did you just KISS me?!?"

When the typewriter keysmashes, the pink peacock clamps both hands over her mouth, then descends to her knees, then gently falls over sideways in trying to contain her laughter. The blue peacock, startled, fans out his (fairly impressive, but also fucking enormous) tail, birdy instincts telling him to try to make himself look intimidating, or at least distracting. He's blushing a bright, neon blue.

"Yes," he croaks. "I'm ... I'm sorry! The house told me to! I swear, darling, I didn't ... mean anything by it!"

"Unless you're okay with that sorta thing," his twin offers, helpfully, in between peals of laughter.

"The HOUSE told you?!"

Honestly, he looks caught between wanting to throttle the peacock by the throat and flailing in embarrassment. And the other peacock is laughing too...oh lord, this is positively the worst wake-up he's ever had to go through. It's probably a good thing he can't blush, because his ears would probably be red right now from blushing.

But he takes a few breathes, pinching his nose between his fingers as he thinks. Yes, he was in that dream world, and this is probably the house. Long time, no see, house.

"W-why did it take a kiss to wake me up? Surely there must have been other ways..."

SLEEPING BEAUTIES EPILOGUE: THE KISS

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