[Bunny Love] Shrunk Sweater Solutions

The picture in the succubun's hands crumpled under his grip, then being ripped over and over until it was nothing but scraps of inked plastic. Quincy even felt himself growl over the destroyed picture, the bun in the image still somehow smiling at him, mocking him from the image's broken form. He picked up the torn-up pieces of the picture, trying his best to rip them apart even further. He wanted that fucker to stop staring at him, stop mocking him with their perfect hair and perfect ears and perfect nails and perfect skin. Not to mention their perfect outfit, clearly fitting to their form without being skin-tight, unlike the sweater he was wearing at the moment.

Logically, this succubun wasn't the reason his favorite sweater shrunk in the wash, but they might as well have been in his mind- he didn't have enough mental focus to blame it on anything else. His rage was bubbling over to the point that the current level of destruction wasn't enough. He slammed his fist against the wall, his surprising level of strength shaking the walls of his room and making a solid 'thunk' against the plaster. He let out a scream that was full of rage, his teeth grinding as he let out the somewhat high-pitched noise of anguish.

That was when a familiar set of rainbow ears poked into his room, peeking in through his door and staring at him nervously. "Heyyyyy snuggle bunny, what's going on?" Xenos asked, trying his best not to fall into his internet lingo. As much as he wanted to, he was sure that a glomp with a matching exclamation of nuzzling and 'uwu's would be inappropriate at this very moment. And it would also most likely get him sent to the couch for the night, and he always hated sleeping on the couch without Quincy. 

Quincy sighed, removing his hand from the wall and looking at it. His nails weren't chipped, good. He moved his hand a bit more, looking at his palm, and every little detail on it. Some of the lines were wrong. They weren't clean enough, they didn't make any interesting shapes, and the small dot of discoloration looked like the biggest imperfection in the world. Meanwhile, Xenos was focusing on the wall where Quincy's fist had colided- The wall had a small dent, but it wasn't unfixable. Quincy was strong, but he had never broken through a wall before- thankfully that hadn't changed today. The sloth bun was already calming down as he looked at his hand, but deflated even further when Xenos wrapped his arms around him. The taller male placed his head on the other's shoulder, softly leaning into his hair. He smelled like strawberries... he had clearly taken a shower today, Xenos loved smelling Quincy's shampoo... but that wasn't the point, he had to focus on comforting his boyfriend, not sniffing his hair. "Did something happen? I heard you punch the wall, and I know you only do that when you're specifically upset about someone being pretty enough to endanger your career." Quincy grumbled. It was true, but the fact that Xenos could pinpoint it so exactly made him a bit embarrassed... did he really do this that often? "No need to be so specific about it. And it's not just that... don't you notice anything different?" Quincy explained, trying to move to show off his sweater while Xenos was still clinging to him.

Xenos pulled back in order to look Quincy over. After a while, he shrugged. "Quincy, you know I'm bad at this." For the love of sin, Quincy should have known better. Xenos could barely tell a vest from a sweater vest, how could he possibly tell that his sweater had shrunk? Even so, the more Xenos stared at him, the more self-conscious he got. "You don't have to stare anymore, you know. I already know you can't tell my sweater shrank." Despite his words, Xenos kept staring, moving from his thighs to his face and back down again. "Xenos!? Burrowgatory to DJ?" Quincy asked, a bit more concerned. That is, until Xenos got close again, and put his hands on either side of Quincy's body, rubbing his thumbs over parts of his tummy- exposed thanks to the shortened length of his top. "Pretty..." Is all the pride bun said, bringing his body closer and humming against him.

How dare he know exactly what comforted him. And how dare it be so natural for him to do exactly what he needed to. Quincy couldn't be mad when Xenos was admiring him this dumbly, so hypnotized by the sight of his body that he went silent. Hell, it was one of the only times Xenos could even be silent. It was like the rainbow bun was in a trance, and it admittedly boosted Quincy's confidence quite a bit. "Xenos, can you even hear me right now?" Xenos nodded against him, moving enough so that he could look at Quincy in the eyes, or at least, where his eyes would be under his bangs. The smile he showed was softer than his usual, gentle and calming. "Sorry... I just... you know you're the prettiest thing ever, yeah? Even if your sweater shrunk in the wash... you look really good in it. You'd probably look good in anything, if I'm going to be entirely honest..."  Quincy flushed. "Don't say something like that, idiot." He tilted his head. "Why not? Is now a bad time to compliment you?" Another little grumble. "No, it's just... You don't have to say shit like that just because I'm upset." 

To that, Xenos brought the other into a hug, a tight one that felt almost like being trapped. Quincy felt himself become even more limp and weak in the embrace, eyes lidding slightly. "I would never compliment you just because you're upset... I'm complimenting you because you look really cute in that sweater... and it makes me want to protect you... forever. Including protecting your heart from yourself... You're perfect to me, Quincy. I'm not going to have anyone looking at my boyfriend with disapproval in his appearance... not even you." Quincy huffed. "It's just some new model at the beach pissing me off for being pretty... it's not that big of a deal." Despite the argument, Xenos didn't let go, instead leading the two of them over to Quincy's soft bed and laying the two of them down. "Even if it's not, you still are way too grumpy and upset about it. You're the prettiest bun ever, not only on the outside, but on the inside..." Quincy couldn't help but roll his eyes at something that cheesy. "You're a dork, Xenos. You know that?" The pride bun laughed, placing his leg above the other's body in order to trap him further into a snuggle. "You've told me plenty of times! So yes, I know I'm a dork... but I'm also the man who's going to keep you in bed until you take a much needed nap to reset your brain." Quincy was about to argue, but then simply closed his mouth. If Xenos wanted to snuggle up to him and take a nap, who was he to really argue?

Besides, while he napped he could dream about getting a new sweater... though maybe he'd keep the old one too, since Xenos liked it.