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Yang:
Cross eyes his surroundings suspiciously. Where was he? How'd he even get here? He can't remember... Which does not bode well for him. He adjusts the grip on his knife as he walks further into the room, eyelights scanning for any sign of movement. This was weird as all hell... This place looked so nice and fancy, he doesn't think he's stepped foot in anything as clean as this barring the king's castle, but no monster he knows has the funds to erect a place like this.
Oreo:
He's walking into the room from outside, little baskets of flowers in hand. He feels like skipping, he's excited to show his mates the flowers. Especially Kit! He hasn't given them flowers yet! Well, he did this one time, but that doesn't count. He's not even sure if Kit noticed those, but that doesn't matter now. Together with his excitement is nervousness. What if Kit doesn't like them? What if Kit finds the act ridiculous? But also, he knows that Kit loves him (and vice versa), so his anxiety is being battled by his hopefulness.
He stops in his tracks though as he sees... Another Cross. This is his first time meeting another him! New potential friend! But... They're holding a knife, and they look wary. It's frightening to pop up somewhere totally new alone, so he understands. But how does he deal with a wary man?
"H-hello..."
Yang:
Cross stops cold when he sees... another him round the corner? .. alright, not the weirdest thing he's seen. He slowly lowers his weapon, taking in the flowers in the other's hands, not classifying him as an immediate threat "Um.. hi, do you know where I am?"
He tries to think of anything that could have lead him to end up here, but the last thing he remembers is just falling asleep like normal in his room. Maybe he was dreaming? If so, this was one hell of a lucid dream.
Oreo:
He blushes when he notices the other look at the baskets. He quickly tries to hide them behind him, but it's a hard thing to do, considering that he's holding three baskets. They might get ruined! So he decides not to hide them. He's already seen them, silly! No reason to act shy now! (He's still shy. He can't help it.)
"Y-you're in... This is...." Actually, he's not sure how to explain this place either. He just showed up here one day. How did Quicksilver explain this place again?
"... A m-mansion..." Cross, you sound stupid right now. Please. "L-like a-a l-limbo? O-or a place i-in b-b-between? N-not a u-u-universe... It's..." He's slowly losing his tiny ounce of confidence. He doesn't know anything. "I-I'm s-sorry... I got here n-not knowing wh-where th-this place i-is...." He looks at his feet. He feels stupid. Here he was, expecting to have a friend. No one would want a friend as stupid as he is.
Yang:
Cross dismisses his weapon entirely as the other stutters out an answer, stepping closer as he has the urge to try and sooth his clear anxiety. "Hey, it's alright, don't freak out man, I was just askin'." He cups the other monster's cheek and tries for a comforting smile. "A weird, limbo, in-between place huh? Sounds neat."
It did actually. So this was some kind of... not AU? He can probably test his code jumping magic later, see if there were any sort of barriers in place to keep him in. How many people had gotten trapped in this place? Enough to build a mansion apparently.
Cross brushes his thumb across the other's cheek before pulling back, not wanting to seem weird by being to close, stuffing his hand on his pocket. He motions to the other's baskets with his other hand, hoping to distract him from the sensitive conversation topic. "Those are real pretty, what are they for? Making an arrangement for someone?"
Oreo:
He's distracted from his self-deprecating thoughts when the Cross cups his cheek. Warm. He leans against it. So warm. Tiny noise escapes him when he brushes his thumb across his face. But he pulls back... No! Warm! Give it back! His hands instinctively chases after the other's, nearly making him drop his baskets. He's stopped when the Cross asks a question. He blushes, realizing what he was about to do. You have mates, Cross, why are you acting like you're still so touch starved? He shakes his head. Arrangement. Right... Arrangement...! His eyes brighten at the mention of his work, at the praise. He says that they're pretty! He looks at the Cross, his eyelights dilating, and he's trying hard and is failing to hold back his smile.
"Yes! Mates!!" Oh wow be a bit more coherent, Cross. "Th-they're... I... I'll give them to my m-mates." He says. Then he looks away, flustered. Would he be weirded out? He tries to look for some other thing he could look at, and his eyes are drawn to the Cross's hand. He stares at it. They were so warm....
Yang:
Multiple mates, being poly must be a Cross thing. Or maybe it's a Sans thing, he's seen all sorts of crazy matchups throughout the multiverse.
"Yeah? I'm sure they'll love 'em, though I'll be honest, I never really learned what any of them actually mean, heh." Following Oreo's line of sight, he flexes his hand, glancing back at the other monster. "Sorry, I didn't, um, I didn't mean to offend you or anything, before, with the hand, and, uh, the cheek?" He winces slightly at his oh so elegant way of phrasing. He's really a master wordsmith over here. "Are you okay?"
The other Cross didn't exactly look like he was upset about it, as in angry, quite the opposite actually. Cross just figured apologizing would be the best way to let the other Sans easily explain how he was feeling. He didn't seem like the type to enjoy confrontation, so taking a less direct route would probably be easier for the both of them.
Oreo:
He blinks when the Cross asks him if he's okay. Why is he asking... Oh. "No! I liked it!" Oh dear stars above and heavens almighty. He didn't mean to say that. His eyes are drawn back to the hand. Then he looks away like he saw something scandalous, looking left and right, looking for somewhere - something he could focus on. Not working. That was the first thing that popped in his mind! He didn't mean to say it, the words just came out! Okay, it's okay, you can save this Cross, say something, say something...
"Th-they were warm..."
He stares at his baskets, willing his face to calm the heck down, it's so warm, he knows he's bright as a neon sign in the dark right now. Maybe if he stares long enough, he'll find out that blurting that out was just his imagination getting ahead of him. Or maybe that he's still in the garden, picking flowers. Any moment now…
Yang:
"Oh- y'liked them huh?" He lifts his hands to cups both cheeks this time, pulling him in slightly as he grins. "You know, you're pretty skittish for a Cross, easily flustered too." His thumb slides across the heated bone of his face, admiring the dark purple glow. "I've never seen someone blush this hard over someone else's hands."
He's not sure if he should back away now, he might be pushing his limits. Dude's already taken, he might not be up for flirting, but it depends on how open his relationship with the others are. He'll wait and see how the monster responds, then decide on whether to back off or not. Hopefully he hadn't overstepped already, it might suck to have a creeper reputation right off the bat in this new place.
Oreo:
He's surprised when the other touches him again, but allows himself to be pulled. Or more like, his body does. He looks into the other's eyes. They're just like his, of course they are, but at the same time, they're very different. It doesn't look like his. If that makes sense. It probably doesn't. But he can't really think right now, now that the warm hands are on him again. He decides that he likes that, very much. His grip on the flowers tighten. He would very much like to put his own hands on the other's, but at the back of his mind, flowers = mates = care. He's not letting go, no matter how gone he is. He closes his eyes, just enjoying the thumb brushing against his face, leaning against it. His face is probably very very very bright right now, but again, he can't really think. So he starts purring. Now he kinda wants a kiss too, but this is still good. He unconsciously leans closer to the owner of the hands, though.
Yang:
Cross smiles. That was definitely a good reaction he thinks. Was it weird to think another version of yourself was cute? He didn't even have the excuse of knowing his Sans was from a different universe than his, though his raising must have been different from his own, with how submissive he was acting. Cross knew how to take and follow an order, but this... this was something entirely different. It kind of made him want to see how far he could go, though he silently reminds himself that they did just meet, reign it in a little.
He leans down and kisses the bridge of the other's nose. "Fuck me you're cute," he chuckles. "Who gave you the right to look that good?" His hand slides down slightly, curling around the back of the other's neck as his thumb tilts his face up, noting his relaxed expression. "You uh, y'still with me there?"
Oreo:
He shivers as one of the hands slides down, when it's on the back of his neck. He likes that. He likes that very much. It's so warm, and it feels so nice around his neck. He kinda wants the other hand, the one on his cheek, on his neck too. Maybe he could ask? He wants to pull the hand on his cheek, to guide it to where he wants it to be. But, the flowers! He can't put it down. He could, by dropping it, but he doesn't want to ruin his work. He can't put it in his inventory either, he's not sure if it'll be alright in there.
He whines as he opens his eyesockets. His eyelights are hazy, and they're pleading. He likes the kiss on his nose. Maybe he could ask for that one instead? He moves forward and presses his body against the other's, though the baskets are in between them. Oh he didn't notice that this Cross is taller. He tilts his face so his teeth rests on the other's jawline.
"Please...?" He's breathing funnily. He's not sure what he's asking for anymore.
Yang:
Cross can't help but think this is probably crossing some line of conduct written in some sort of important rulebook somewhere, but the other was literally begging for it. He felt so good pressed against him, and Cross's hand instinctively wraps around the other's throat, his fingers easily touching around the sensitive bone.
"Please what pumpkin?" Cross murmers into the side of the other's skull. "You want me to kiss you? Use your words sweetheart, and we'll see where it gets you."
Oreo:
His eyelights dilate, almost filling his eyesockets now, when the other's hands wraps around his throat. He drops his baskets, hands shooting up to hold the other's wrists. Not pulling it away, god, no, he likes it just like that. Just holding on to it. More of that please. Please. Please.
"Please..." Oh did he hear the word kiss? "Kiss...?"
Yang:
Cross's mouth ticks up on one side, that sweet voice nearly irresistible. Nearly.
But fuck if it didn't test him to his limits.
Nuzzling the side of the other Cross's face, he presses a chaste kiss against his cheekbone before stepping back, his hold around the other's throat going lax before slipping away entirely. He twists his hand to grab the one holding onto his wrist, lifting it up to his mouth in a facsimile of a gentlemen's kiss as he smiles down at the other. "Why don't y'tell me what I should call you sweetheart, I feel like I should probably know that before I kiss you like that." He chuckles as he shrugs. "That was probably my fault for getting so carried away, sorry 'bout that."
Oreo:
No no no why is he saying sorry? Carried away? Did he not mean to do that? He didn't mean to do that...? He looks at the Cross's hand holding his. So warm...
"Oreo..."
... He kept asserting what he wanted onto him, didn't he. Stupid Cross. Always getting lost in the moment. In moments. Always so needy. Why does he always do this? He looks down. The flowers are a mess now.
It's a wonder why his mates hasn't left him yet.
His eyes get teary. He wants to pull his hands away from the other (No he doesn't), but he's frozen. He stares at the flowers on the floor. Maybe his mates are just entertaining his wants?
"I-I'm sorry." He's not sure if he's saying sorry to the Cross in front of him or to the flowers. Poor things.
Yang:
"Oreo.." Cross was about to try and crack some sort of cookie pun, before he registers the distraught expression on the other's face, increased the moment he looks down at his flower basket. "Oh shit-"
Cross leans down to grab the basket from the floor, using blue magic to pick up any flowers that had jumped ship. "Shit, I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to make you drop this, I- don't apologize, you're fine, I'm the one being a dick," Cross says with an awkward laugh.
Clearing his throat, he attempts to place all the flowers back inside the basket. Handing him back the basket, he holds onto the other's shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "Hey, um, where are your mates? Why don't we go and show them all these pretty flowers, and maybe get to know each other a little bit better, how's that sound?"
Oreo:
He's... Frustrated now. Why is the other saying sorry again? And now he's calling himself a dick? He's the one who messed up, not the other Cross. He shouldn't say sorry for that.
He watches as the other picks up the flowers, and when he hands him the basket. Now he's reassuring him. Why? He doesn't need reassurance, the other does! He's not a dick, he shouldn't say sorry, he didn't do anything!
A little bit annoyed, he takes the flowers and shoves them in his inventory. He can make some again later. His anxieties and worries are pushed onto a corner by his frustration. The Cross shouldn't say sorry, he liked what he was doing to him, he's not a dick, do it again, please -- he wraps his arms around the other, pushes him down onto the floor and kisses him.
Yang:
"Woah- mph!" Cross's hands fly back to catch himself as he's shoved off his feet, the kiss catching him by surprise. He's quick to readjust, and he rolls the two of them over, grabbing Oreo's wrists to pin them beside his skull. Breaking the kiss, Cross's eyelight smokes as he looks down at the other with a bewildered expression. "Hey, woah, slow your roll, are you feeling alright?" Was he in heat? He hadn't felt anything abnormal before, but maybe he'd just missed it in the heat heh okay no, focus of the moment?
Oreo:
Is he alright? He doesn't think he is. But the other needs to be alright, he keeps saying sorry! He doesn't have to be sorry! He isn't a dick, he didn't do anything wrong! It's so frustrating!
"I liked it!" He yells out as his tears fall. "Wh-why are you saying sorry! I liked it! Please, please, please-" He sobs out. He... doesn't understand himself now. He wants to say that he shouldn't be sorry, that he likes what he was doing, but his initial worries bubble out, is he being too desperate, what if he's forcing himself on the other, what if he's trying to make him do what he wants, but he wants him to know that he's okay, but he also doesn't know how when he's frustrated, fuck, why is he like this, how do his mates keep up with him if he's like this–
Yang:
Cross's sockets widen at the sight of tears, immediately releasing the other's wrists and cupping his face, wiping away the growing wet tracks. "Shit, hey, don't cry sweetheart, it's okay, I'm-" He stops himself. No, saying sorry again would definitely not go well right now.
Cross takes a deep breath, giving the smaller a crooked smile. "Alright, I'm definitely not sorry in the slightest, okay?" He leans back and gently tugs the other up with him, tipping his chin up so he would look Cross in the eye. "I liked it too Oreo, but we met five minutes ago, I want to give you a chance to learn more about me before we throw ourselves at each other, understand?"
He kisses the other's forehead, one of his hands bracing the back of Oreo's neck, his thumb scratching underneath his chin, knowing for sure that Oreo had enjoyed something similar before. "I was saying sorry cause I didn't like seeing you so sad, and I made you drop your flowers after you made them all pretty for your mates, which is a damn shame."
Cross wipes away another wave of tears from the other's face, smiling reassuringly at him. "You're fine, I'm fine, it's all good man, don't worry about it.." His sockets lid slightly as he smirks. "And if you really liked it that much, I wouldn't mind doing a repeat performance eventually, cause I meant what I said before, you're too damn cute to be legal."
Oreo:
He tries to process the Cross's words through the onslaught of his confusing emotions. Of course. They just met. He's getting ahead of himself. Like he always does. He hoped for someone to tell him what he keeps doing wrong that he keeps hurting his datemate before, and now he's finally given an answer. 'We've only met five minutes ago.' He can finally do something about it now that he knows. ~~It hurts knowing though.~~ Later. Focus, Cross. The other is talking to you.
More tears fall when he's kissed on the forehead. Oh, he really likes that. He also really likes the hand on his neck, the finger scritching underneath his chin. He leans against the touch. This is okay, right? Just enjoying it, no getting ahead of himself? It feels really nice.
He didn't like seeing him sad? He's so kind. No, he didn't make him drop the flowers, he dropped them by himself after getting ahead of himself, what is he talking about. But he says thay they're pretty. Should he still give his mates flowers though? Would they actually like it?
He melts at this Cross's reassuring smile. The warm hands are back. He likes them, very much. No, he's not gonna hold them against his face this time. He's not gonna repeat his mistakes again. He appreciates the other lightening up the mood. But he's not cute, no. His mates say it, sure, but he's not sure now if they mean it.
...
They mean it. Don't decide what they're thinking by yourself, Cross. In fact, don't decide on anything yet. Especially not right now. He takes a deep breath.
Trust the other's words, Cross. It's unfair if you don't.
He nods.
"C-can I...? Hug...?"
Yang:
Cross sighs in relief when the other seems to relax, his tears just turning into soft sniffles. He smiles at the soft request. "Yeah, we can hug, no worries." He wants to get up off the floor first though, knowing it would probably be a bitch of a hug to try at this angle, Cross sitting on his legs and all that.
Taking the other's hand, he gets up off the ground, pulling Oreo up with him and straight into his arms. He's extra grateful for the padding of his jacket, knowing the squish made for a much more comfortable hug. He presses a kiss to the other's temple, waiting for Oreo to pull away first, perfectly content to hug him as long as he'd like.
Oreo:
He lets himself be pulled up and onto the other's arms. He's so warm, not just his hands. And soft too. Like a cat. Cats are warm. Soft And their purrs feel good. He wonders if this Cross feels good when purring too. Maybe it feels good if he presses his body against him while he purrs. He want to feel that, he decides. He closes his eyes when he's kissed on the temple, holds onto the front of the other's jacket, and perfectly stays still so the other keeps kissing him there. Belatedly, he feels embarrassed with his actions, but he doesn't care right now, content with being held and kissed.
When the kiss ends, he hugs back tight and nuzzles the other's chest. He's about to apologize, he's probably staining the jacket with his tears, when he remembers that he doesn't know know his name yet. How rude, Cross. You just met him, you don't know his name yet, and yet you're making him subject to your neediness. He hides further into the other's hoodie to shut up his thoughts. Oh, he smells good. Like cherry blossoms. Very resh and cool. He breathes in his scent, blushing when he realizes he could smell him all day. Fresh air is intoxicating. Like his scent. Focus, Cross, his name, his name.
"Wh-what... name..?" He mumbles into the other's jacket.
Yang:
Cross opens his mouth to answer, before he realizes he actually doesn't know what to say. He obviously can't go by Cross, he's holding a Cross right here in his arms already. After a moment of thought, he answers hesitantly, "ah, Y-Yang, Yang? Yang, yeah, that's like the white and black side right?" He shrugs in answer to his own question. "Yeah let's go with Yang, that'll work."
Oreo:
He keeps on hiding his face on the other's jacket. How does he smell so good? Breathing him in feels so calming. "Y-Yang." He says, as if testing the words in his mouth. He decides that he likes the name. Black and white. It suits him. "Yang." He nuzzles the other's chest again. He just met Yang, but he can't get enough of him already. You're so creepy, Cross.
Yang:
Yang chuckles as he watches the other nuzzle into his chest, flushing lightly as the other murmurs his name. Why is he so cute??? Pressing a second kiss to his skull, Yang leans down and scoops Oreo's legs out from under him, holding him bridal style in his arms. He looks down at him with a grin as he says, "alright, now let's get you back to your mates, how's'bout'it. You point me the right way and we'll get there soon enough, yeah? We can talk on the way."
Oreo:
He squeaks when he's suddenly swooped off of his feet, his hands flying to grab the front of the other's jacket, his eyes looking at Yang's. That was surprising! He blushes when he's faced with a grinning Yang. He can walk properly! This is so embarrassing, he's a soldier, not a princess!
But he nods. He... Kinda likes this? He feels very protected, being in the other's arms. And he's still so warm . Like a living space heater. He suddenly has the image of Yang with the body of a space heater. And it's black and white. His cheeks puff up as he tries to contain a laugh, and he looks away. No, no laughing now, Cross, that would be weird.
Then he registers the question. Right, mates. He nods at Yang. "O-okay. S-s-strait a-ahead." Oh stars it's hard to keep from laughing.
Yang:
Yang starts walking, snickering at the face Oreo had made trying to contain his giggles. "What's so funny? I got something on my face?"
Yeah, it was decided. The moment the two of them stop being strangers, he was going to give this cute thing the time if his fucking life.
Oreo:
Breathe in, breathe out. No laughing, be zen. He shakes his head. Whoops, you're doing it again Cross, don't be rude, talk! "N-no. S-sorry." He lets go of Yang's top and fiddles with his fingers. He enjoys the movements of being carried, the thinks. It's oddly relaxing. He's always been the one carrying, he never knew it felt like this. It's... A little embarrassing, but he likes it. He hides his face in his turtleneck to cover the glow of his face. That he likes it is also embarrassing. "T-turn left. P-please."
Yang:
Yang chuckles. "Hey, don't be sorry, I like your laugh, it's adorable." He wonders if he'd ever looked that cute, shyly fiddling with his own clothes. It was strange, cause it was his own face, and technically him , but Oreo seemed like an entirely different person.
Yang follows instructions, making sure to keep his steps light. "So how long have you been here at this place?"
Oreo:
He flushes even more at the compliment. He's about to dispute it when he remembers Quicksilver. Whenever he tells him he's not cute, he gets more compliments. He loves it. He doesn't want that to happen, he's already flustered enough. But... This isn't Quicksilver. "It's not adorable..." He mumbles into his turtleneck.
"I..." How long has he been here? He's not sure to be honest. It feels like ages already, his mates make him forget time. He got here when Quicksilver was still pregnant though. "... I-I'm not sure.... A few months?"
Little Adawolf and Jessi can now eat soft food. Maybe six months? Oh, what about Yang though? Was he from a universe with his own gang? Or from XTale? Does he still have his brother? But he has his scar. Probably from his own Nightmare's castle? He's a little lost in thought, thinking about how Yang got here, when he realizes that he could just ask. "How about you?" Stupid, he was wary a while ago, he probably just got here! He shakes his head. Different question. "Wh-where are you from?"
Yang:
Yang snorts and grins, raising a brow at the other. "You sure about that sweets? Cause I could listen to it all day~" He loves to watch that vivid purple spread across the other's face, cause no matter how much he denies it, he was fuckin' adorable.
He focuses back on the path ahead as he answers. "Uhh.. well I'd imagine it would probably be similar to where you're from, y'know Nightmare? I've been working under him for probably... a little over two years now? It's kinda hard to tell the time."
Oreo:
All day...!! He hides deeper into his turtleneck. Oh stars, he knew he should've not commented. Now his face is so hot. He wants to cool it with his hands, but he thinks that that's also embarrassing to do. Like a shy and pretty maiden. He's only shy, not pretty. Not a maiden too. So keeps his hands together.
Nightmare! He has his gang too! He wonders what they're like. Is his Killer like Karambit too? Is his Horror a good cook? Does his Dust love to tease? Is Nightmare... Oh no, now he misses them. Karambit's here, but he said that he and the others disappeared one day. Where did they go? Are they okay? He hopes they're okay. He doesn't know what he'd do if he finds out that they're... They're...
He shakes his head. Don't think about something you can't do anything about, do not cry again, you've already embarrassed yourself enough Cross. Nope. No crying, no crying... Dammit, he's worried now. He holds onto Yang's jacket again and hides his face there. He breathes him in again. Ah, he really is calming. He closes his eyes and just breathes.
Yang:
ang grins as he gets the reaction he was rooting for, though it fades when he notices Oreo is getting upset. Adjusting his hold to help the other hide in his chest, he smiles ruefully as he pieces it together. "I'm guessing you're one of the only ones who ended up here, huh.. damn that sucks, I'm sorry dude..."
Now that he thinks about it, if Oreo's been stuck here for this long, that probably means, well, he is too. He swallows as he realizes that that means he might not be able to see his gang for a while, if ever. Are they going to miss him? Would they replace him..?
No, no they would never do that. They were partners, lovers , even, they wouldn't just replace him.. he hopes.
Fuck it probably wasn't the best to get all existential and anxious within the first thirty minutes of his arrival. He'll figure out how to send out a signal or something, they'll be looking for him, they'll find him. He just has to set up camp and be patient, that's all.
Oreo:
He shakes his head on Yang's jacket. No, that's not it, he remembers his gang, but he doesn't remember his gang, just like how he knows Killer but didn't know Killer is Karambit. And they just disappeared! Karambit was alone for years! What happened to him then? What happened to the others then?
He decides to stop dwelling on it. Now is not the time, Cross, Yang also ended up here alone. Who knows how long he ends up here. That might be worrying for him too. He looks up at Yang, thankful that he didn't cry (and grateful for Yang, he's so calming), and hugs his neck. Yang's also probably worried sick now. How could he comfort him? Maybe... He could share too? Maybe Yang wouldn't think he was along on this.
"I-I... M-my family has been m-missing. For years, a-according to Karambit. M-my Killer. Including myself." God, he's not used to sharing. Is he doing this right? "A-and one day, I'm here. I-I don't know about the others..." Now he's doubting himself. Sure, he likes it when he doesn't feel alone on his problems, but would Yang actually want to listen to this?
Yang:
Yang is broken from his troubled thoughts as the other loops his arms around his neck, smiling softly as he nuzzles him thankfully. He listens quietly as the other talks. "You're Killer's still around then? Did he come with you?"
Maybe there was still a chance! This seemed like a huge place, maybe he just needs to find the rest of his gang!
Oreo:
He flushes a little when the other nuzzles him. He really, really, really likes it when Yang does things to him, he realizes with a blush. Thankfully, his face is hidden on the other's shoulders. He hopes Yang doesn't feel it's warmth. Maybe he won't, with how warm he already is. How is he this warm? He wishes he could get even closer to him, as close as he possibly could, to get more of that warmth. He loves it, and he wants more of it.
Yang's question registers. He speaks with his eyes closed. He's so warm. He nods. "Mm. H-he didn't come with me... He was a-already h-here..." He's so warm. And he smells really nice. "I-I was also missing, and h-he was alone... Then he got here..... And then I got here...." He hugs Yang's neck tighter, trying to get closer to him. If that's even possible. "You're so warm... Yang...."
Yang:
Oh... alright, maybe not then. He tries not to let the disappointment show on his face, his years of learning how to school his expressions coming in handy. But still, Oreo and his Killer still found each other, so it might not be a total loss?
Yang adjusts again to allow Oreo to snuggle closer to him, chuckling fondly. "Yeah, y'like that? I always did run a high temperature, especially after I gained all my LoVe, it's an excess magic thing I guess."
Another random difference the two of them have. Is Oreo not warmer than normal? He guesses not, he can't feel any excess heat coming off of him. Huh, weird.
Oreo:
He nods to himself when he's asked. Yes, he likes this very much. Yang is strong, warm, smells good, and safe. He likes to be close to him all the time, he thinks. How would that be possible... If they're mates, it would be. He could be with him all the time. Maybe he could ask to be carried. Maybe they could just lay down together so he could feel more of that warmth. Can he purr? He thinks he'll feel good against him if he purrs. Would his purrs be a gentle rumble? Or something like a rusty motor?
He nuzzles Yang some more, breathing him in. Then he remembers, right, they're going to his mates, he has to tell directions. He looks ahead of him. It just now hits him that the mansion is huge; they're not even close yet. "Right, then straight. P-please." He curls up again on Yang's chest, holding onto his jacket. He'd love to wrap his arms around him again, but he might be too distracted to point out where to go if he does that.
Yang:
Yang contentedly holds the other close, resting his skull against Oreo's as they walk to return his affection. This little guy really seems to like being held, it was so sweet. He might not have a lot of experience being held, now that he thinks about it, Oreo kind of seems like the kind of monster that would be too shy to ask, and he's not exactly small. Whatever the case, Yang is happy to provide.
"This place is massive," Yang comments idly, looking around the lavishly decorated hallways and through half opened doors and doorways they pass through. "It's fancier than even the Boss's place."
Oreo:
He tilts his head a little when Yang rests his skull against his. Tilts it so he's facing Yang's neck better. He's tempted to place a kiss there but there's a little voice telling him to not get ahead of himself again. So he closes his eyes and just breathes him in. He's perfectly content with companionable silence, but Yang speaking is good too. He likes his voice. He likes the slight vibration he feels when he talks too.
He's content, but he knows that he also has to talk. Yang shouldn't be doing a monologue. He nods in agreement. "Th-there are a lot of places to see. There's a flower garden... A greenhouse... A pool... A forest..." Now that he thinks about it, he's never actually went to some of those. Maybe he could go with Yang? He'd have to see first what Yang's type would be. Maybe how he decorates his bedroom would reflect that. Oh, Bedroom! "You need to have a bedroom! W-would you like to see one first?"
Yang:
Yang whistles, impressed. "Wow, guess I've got a lot of ground to cover to get familiar with this place, huh." He smiles down at the other monster. "What's your favorite place? Got somewhere you like to hang out at?"
He meant what he said about wanting to get to know Oreo a bit better. He wants to know all the things that make him different to himself, all the things that are similar. He'd be happy to answer any questions himself as well, and maybe after he delivers Oreo back to his mates, he can scout out a nice place to hang out. A little date place if you will. He smirks slightly at the thought that they'd probably skip first and second and just go straight to third base. Yang would have to make or find some nice food first though, and maybe some candles? Would that be too cheesy? Probably.
Oreo:
His eyes brighten when he's asked about his favorite place.
"Flower garden!"
His face also brightens once he says that. Does him liking the flower garden seem weird? He's a soldier! He's not some pretty thing that's wearing a pretty dress, skipping around flowers, gathering them in baskets! Well, the gathering flowers part is true, but! But... But... Flowers! He should get some for Yang! Maybe black pansies and white sweet williams. Like Yin and Yang. Maybe he can make white pansies too. Would giving him flowers seem weird? Cheesy? His mates like it whenever they get some, and he liked it when he got a bouquet from Jikan... He nods to himself. Alright, Cross, time to get flowers for Yang soon.
Somewhere he likes to hang out? Most of the places he likes are the ones with plants, like the garden or the greenhouse. The maze look pretty too, although he's only seen it from a distance. Maybe...
"F-Forest? I-I've never been there. My mates say that it's magical. Left, please." He suddenly has an image of Yang chasing him in the forest. Them tumbling on the leaves when he gets caught. A lake nearby. Them skinny dipping. And maybe... Maybe... He blushes. Hard. Cross what are you even thinking.
Yang:
Yang turns left, still looking around corners and doorways as he walks. Damn this place was a fuckin' maze. "Flower garden and the forest huh? You're a real outdoorsy guy then. Can't blame ya, if the garden is as well kept as this house, it must be quite the sight. Are there servants or something that take care of this place? It seems real empty for the most part."
Oreo:
He stares at Yang's neck, trying to focus on it so he stops his trail of thought, nope, no thinking of that. Just stare at his neck. Neck. Neck, neck... Staring at Yang's neck... As he moves him to and fro the leaves. He's taller, and he's on top of him, so that's where his eyes would be. Oh god. He swiftly whips his head to the side and looks ahead instead, trying not to let his imagination run wild. His whole skull is purple. What is Yang doing to him, he just met him for Christ's sake!
Internally grateful for Yang's question to distract him, he redirects his thoughts. Servant? He hasn't seen any since he got here. It's just him, his mates, and other skeletons he sees every now and then. "N-no. No servants." Huh. How does the place always seem so clean then? He's never thought about it. Sanses aren't the most organized, after all. An exception is himself though. He just needs everything organized. "O-only skeletons like us. A-and like the others. K-Killers, Dusts, Nightmares." He hasn't met a Horror yet, although he's pretty sure there are some. "Th-they're all very kind."
Yang:
Yang's brows raise in surprise. "Wait, really? This place is just stuffed full of other versions of our gangs? Why?"
Was somebody targeting Nightmare gangs specifically? If so, why? What purpose would that serve? Where they being watched? Studied for some weird experiment?
Yang starts to look for cameras, or at least note objects to inspect for cameras later. There's got to be someone pulling the strings here, right?
"They're nice, huh? Heh, weird, my crew has the annoying tendency to be a load a jackasses, it's a rare day when any of them decide to be more agreeable." Despite his words, Yang can't help but smile fondly. Night's gang might be a bundle of trauma and personality disorders, but they made it work, and they always had each other's backs.
Oreo:
He looks at Yang at his question. He's never asked that to himself. What does Yang think of it? Is he worried? Skeptical? Baffled? Just wondering? Yang's looking around. He wonders what he's thinking, if he's looking for something. Does he think this place is dangerous?
"I-I don't know. But..." He's been here for quite some time now, his mates even more so. If it weren't for this place, Karambit would still be stuck in their empty universe. If it weren't for this place, he would still be missing, and he wouldn't have met him again. "... Y-you're safe here."
Jackasses? He remembers his crew being nice. Nightmare's a caring boss. He'd him sleep in his bed if the quiet of the castle got to him. Horror's a mother hen. He'd get them good food, make sure everyone's comfortable. Dust's an enigma. He never understood what goes on in his mind, but somehow, he'd always know when his thoughts were spiraling downwards. He'd be beside him whenever that happens, keeping him company, making sure he's alright. Killer - Karambit- is the sweetest, even way before they were mates. He'd give him backhugs, surprise him with kisses. He'd tease him a lot, but the teases come with affection. Yang says his crew is a load of jackasses. But he knows that they all care for each other in their own way, like how his own crew did.
"That..." They're like that, but... "I-I'm sure th-they've always… got your back."
Yang:
Yang smiles, though it's slightly bittersweet. "Yeah, they did." Clearing his throat, he shrugs. "Honestly, Horror was the only one with any manners, he'd always be up for making food if you needed a pick me up, and he, uh," Yang has to stop to laugh at the memory. "He always schedule down nights where we'd watch crappy movies and eat dinner in the living room, just to make sure we weren't running ourselves into the ground, and one time he carried the Boss in from his office because he'd been too focused on his paperwork to remember." He snickers. "Damn that was a good night."
He stops at a fork in the hallway. "Are we close? This place is fucking enormous."
Oreo:
He softly giggles at Yang's story. He loves it when the other tells it, he thinks. He's not sure if it's just his voice, or something else. Something more.
Yang's Horror seems similar to his. He carried him once to the dinner table when he was too depressed to leave the room. And Karambit was the one in charge of movie nights. They had a huddle pile under a blanket fort. Dust always said it was corny, but he'd be the first one to lay inside. Horror would follow next to cuddle. Now that he thinks about it, maybe they were a thing? They acted like how he and his mates do. Dust was always nonchalant, but it was obvious that the two had something special. Wait... Now that he thinks about it, with how Karambit acted with him before, did he already like him back then?
Oh, they're at the fork now. He tells Yang to go right. So now they're in front of the door to the room. He... wants to hear more. He wants to know more about Yang. He wants to hear his voice a little longer. He clutches the front of the other's jacket tight, realizing that he doesn't want to be let go. He looks at Yang. It shows in his face.
"W-we're here."