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The Narrator sighed at their predicament. Script had ended up in a sort of cuddle pile in the break room involving Stanley and Bucket. Script had fallen into scripts partners trap far too easily for their liking.
Stanley currently was holding him by the waist loosely, his head comfortably resting on their shoulder. Bucket was in both of their laps after a small squabble over who gets to hold bucket. Stanley and It's Narrator's legs were tangled together in a surprisingly comfortable position, after a childish exchange of kicks, although Bucket resolved this easily, necessarily bribing them into behaving.
Stanley, as one with autism will do, Spontaneously jolted. This got a good laugh out of Bucket, who's sticky note face changed to a laughing motion. Bucket's Narrator was less amused, as he involuntarily jolted with Stanley, which scared the living daylights out of them. Stanley chuckled silently, pressing a kiss to It's Narrator's cheek as an apology.
"Stanley, that does not make up for anything-" The Narrator couldn't finish his sentence, as Stanley cut script off with a proper kiss.
When they parted, Stanley made sure to give equal treatment to Bucket, who's sticky note face had turned to a quite flustered expression. Bucket's Narrator only joined in, enjoying how they weren't the victim of this embarrassing display of affection for once - and maybe because it was fun to spoil Bucket, just a little. By the time this affectionate attack ceased, the lot of them were incredibly flustered. The Narrator huffed, tucking script's head under Stanley's own in embarrassment. Yet the embarrassment didn't stop them from holding Bucket to their chest, protectively. They were practically in Stanley's lap by now, with Bucket practically resembling the position of a cat. How cute.
The three of them were cuddled up their for a good while, none of them having the heart to move.
Why are we so fucking gay?