Drabble: Petting
Summary: a short piece based off this adorable art by @cheapbourbon http://cheapbourbon.tumblr.com/post/176975221609/here-chic-chic-chics
Notes: Sorry, I’m on vacation with very little net access so I’m posting this on my phone. I couldn’t resist, that art was too adorable. Hopefully I’m doing this right! Probably in the ‘by any other name’ series but not specifically.
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Edge had known from the second he saw the advertisement that going to the petting zoo was a good idea.
Oh, it was a joke among them that Rus was one with more childish tendencies but they all knew that for what it was; a joke. They all had their quirks, Sans or Papyruses. Edge collected action figures and had no shame about it. And Stretch…
He looked over at where his lover was crouched, both hands outstretched and his expression one of glee as a pair of chickens came over to peck the feed from them.
Stretch loved animals, the more adorable, the better, and while he’d attempted a sarcastic jab or two when they’d arrived, his eagerness had finally overcome his innate tendency to hide his excitement over anything deemed ‘childish’.
There were a few other Monsters here with little ones and plenty of human parents leading their own children to the different stalls. Only a couple of parents had seemed appalled at the presence of Monsters and even they had left discreetly enough. No scenes today, no shouting or unpleasantness, no watching Stretch’s cautious excitement fade into mute unhappiness.
No, today there were wooly lambs to hold and baby cows who would suck eager at your fingertips. Tiny goats that fell over whenever a child was too loud and right now, there were chickens, clucking softly as they fed from Stretch’s palm and allowing him to gently smooth his other hand over their feathers.
“i need one,” Stretch announced and Edge shook his head. He crouched next to him and carefully ran his palm over the little creature. It was softer than he’d expected.
“You’d be bored in a week,” Edge told him. “Then I would be taking care of it and chickens in my care become dinner.”
“he would not, don’t listen to him, noodle soup,” Stretch patted the chicken and it cocked its head at him, probably hopeful for more food and not at all concerned about the moniker it had been given.
A distraction was in order, “They have an alpaca on the other side over there.
Stretch’s eye-lights went bright and didn’t quite morph into little hearts, but Edge was sure it was a close call. “seriously? come on, let’s go!”
He grabbed Edge’s arm and pulled him along, chickens abandoned although he was careful making his way out of the pen. From Stretch’s glance as his feet, Edge could guess that the subject of a pet chicken was not yet forgotten. That could be for later, right now there was an alpaca to pet.
Fin
This is too much for my heart! Stretch is such a dork. I love how short his attention span is.
This was a wonderful little dose of fluff.
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