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Ever since He helped Loveshot that round, He hasn't been able to stop thinking about them.
Whenever they bump into each other, He feels his cheeks warm around their presence, causing fluttering in his chest. Hotdog's never been one to be distracted by silly feelings, but Loveshot felt different. Their interactions were usually quick due to the chaotic nature of the rounds of running from killers, but no matter how far He went, the two always saw each other.
The way they would smile at him--even if it was just a quick glance--always left him flustered. All he could do was run, trying not to get too stalled. Getting killed from something like that was something he'd never be able to live down.
He can only hope that he'll be able to talk to them eventually about it.
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Hotdog lets out a hiss of pain as Pursuer slices them with its sword, running off in pain. It follows closely, allowing it opportunities to claw at them, causing more blood to fall onto the ground of the office building.
Pursuer never was easy to deal with for them, they found.
Someone rounds the corner, taunting it in order to get its attention. successful, Pursuer chases after Taunt, giving Hotdog a moment to heave themselves over behind a corner, sliding against the cold gray wall that incased computers.
They huff from the pain, leaning their head back against the wall as they hold their chest, blood dripping silently. they squeeze their eyes shut and hope that someone would find them.
But this was it, wasn't it? They were going to bleed out over here. They'd have to wait for the moments after the round to talk to Loveshot.
Tears burn their squeezed eyes, trying to stay still to let the pain subside.
Someone presses a bottle to their lips, and they sit up in surprise, though groaning and pressing against the wall again, eyes blurred with tears.
"Hey, hey, it's just me." The familiar voice spoke.
Hotdog blinks the tears away, looking to see Loveshot crouched next to him, holding out the bottle to his lips gently.
"Loveshot?" His face warms.
"Hold still, let me help,"
He stills, letting them pour the potion into his mouth. He swallows, wounds closing up. The potion is bitter, almost like an herbal tea.
Hotdog always wondered how those potions worked, but now isn't the time.
"Thank you," He says, standing up.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
Loveshot smiles at him warmly, and he can't help but smile in return, their smile infectious. They look over at the sound of a block, standing up in order to try to see how close that was from here.
He swears he saw them blush in response to his smile, but they looked away too fast for him to tell.
"Hey--"
"Shh, Did you hear that?"
Hotdog closes his mouth, trying to listen in. Without warning, he feels a presence next to him, heavy breathing in his ear. Before Pursuer can bite, Loveshot aims their gun, shooting it point blank.
It recoils from the pain, bringing up a fluffy arm to its face as it growls. Hotdog stares in awe of how cool Loveshot looks, focused.
He wonders if they always hit their targets?
"Come on!" Loveshot calls to him from his trance.
"R-right!"
Without any warning, they take his hand, pulling Hotdog away from the area, Pursuer hot on their tail. they zig zag as they pull him along, ending up in a larger group of people, losing Pursuer in the process.
Caretaker looks over at the two, looking worried.
"Are you two okay? we heard a gunshot," She asks softly.
"yeah, we're fine," They wrap their arm around Hotdog's shoulder, hand dangling. "Just had a small encounter with Pursuer after helping Hotdog, I handled it."
"you still seem pretty hurt still," She holds her potion bottle out to him.
"I'm fine, I can probably just have a hot dog," He begins to pull out one, but Caretaker stops him.
"Really, I insist! don't loose anymore stamina than you already have."
Even though he hated to admit it, she was right. He'd already had five, and was starting to get sick of the taste. with a sigh, they take the bottle from her hands, taking a few sips of it.
was it bad to admit that he would rather have this bitter taste than hot dogs any day?
"Ooh, look at these two!" Taunt suddenly calls out, smirking. "What a couple of love birds~"
Caretaker and Loveshot look over to him, though Hotdog looks over to the arm wrapped around him, feeling flustered.
"Oh lay off, Taunt. You can't even get a girlfriend." They huff, rolling their eyes.
Despite their words, when he looks up at them, he notices their cheeks are flushed as well. Taunt just grumbles, crossing his arms and looking to the side.
"It was just a joke, 'Shot. Relax."
"Sure. Don't you have something better to do?" They ask as Adrenaline runs nearby the group, Pursuer not far behind.
Taunt shoots them a glare, but doesn't say anything more, going off to distract the killer. Caretaker runs over to where Adrenaline had ran off to, going to help.
Now alone, Hotdog looks over to Loveshot, hearing the timer click in his ears.
the round would be over soon.
They meet his gaze, and he feels his face warm.
"Umn, so," Hotdog starts, fiddling with his hands out of anxiety.
"So?" They ask, tilting their head to the side a bit.
his chest flutters. were they doing this on purpose?
"Do you want to, umn,"
They laugh softly, and he notices their face is dusted a rose color. He just stands there, stunned for a moment.
Who could have thought anyone like them could be so pretty?
"I'd love to," They smile.
He smiles back, wasting no time and pulling them in, letting his eyes slide close. Hotdog feels their eyelashes flutter gently against his cheeks as Loveshot lean into the kiss, putting a hand on one of his warm cheeks.
Tick, tock,
Has it really been a few minutes, already? the round would be over any second now.
He wishes it could last forever.
Loveshot pulls away, and Hotdogs opens his eyes to see them looking at him with so much love in their heart. He chuckles softly, smiling warmly as they rub their thumb on his cheek.
"How did I not realize how cute you were before," They mumble.
"Says you," He mumbles in return.
"Dude, you've got to be kidding me!" Taunt suddenly yells, voice ghostly.
The two jump and look over, faces flushed. A group of ghosts, and Pursuer stare at them from nearby.
The annoyed ghost seems to have said something more, but it's too quiet compared to the victory noise that plays, drowning him out.
"Seriously? Why didn't you kill them!?" Block shouts at Pursuer.
Pursuer just shrugs, making a little heart with his claws. The ghosts just give it a glare, annoyed.
"Its respectful at least," Loveshot laughs.
"Oh can it, you. You almost cost us the round because you were kissing this guy instead of doing your job." Taunt huffs.
Hotdog can't help but laugh at his words.
The scene doesn't last long before they're all teleported back to the waiting area.
Loveshot and him sit down at the bench near the elevator, Hotdog leaning into them.
The two would probably never live this down, but that was fine.
They had each other, now.