Blueberror and Dust were cuddling. It almost felt like Blue, but he knew better. Blueberror was adjusting well to his position as husband, despite having gotten married as Blueberry. Dust was glad he seemed comfortable, being held like this. Blueberror seemed so very comfortable. It almost seemed like he was falling asleep. Dust nearly broke into hysteric giggles as he realized that he was. He didn't dare make a move or a sound, though. If Blueberror realized he was slipping off, he would fight it, and Dust figured that no matter who he was, he needed his rest, too. After what almost felt like forever, Blueberror finally gave into sleep with his arm slung around Dust's side. The hooded skeleton burrowed his face deeper into Blueberror's clothes, listening to the sound of his soul calmly beating. Dust was lucky... so damn lucky that Blueberror chose to stay in his life... in their lives. He hoped to every good God in the multiverse that it would stay that way and the Fury or Stretch wouldn't take this away from him... because he needed this, his brother needed this... and deep down, he knew that Fury needed this, too.

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Blueberror and Sprinkle cooked together again, much to Sprinkle's delight. Stretch observed in the corner of the kitchen, furthest from the mess before Sprinkle and Blueberror both forced him to join in. Fury was still waking up in Sprinkle's bed, having cuddled with his brother after his confusing dream. He still hadn't told Sprinkle what it was about, he had been too tired to say much of anything and he was far too comfortable in his brother's hold, ended up falling back to sleep in no time at all. Fury was seriously starting to lose track of how many times he was told to give Blueberror a chance. Even his own dreams were telling him to do so now. "... he hates error too, huh...?" Thinking about it, it really did seem that way. Blueberror sounded strained when the glitch was brought up. Bitter. Whether he knew it was Error's fault for what happened or not, at least his very soul seemed to know, and it was angry. Just as he was. He guessed that he was going to have to give the glitch more of his time after all... and tell Stretch his decision on whether he was moving in with him.

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Breakfast was quiet. Almost too quiet for Blueberror to handle. There was tension between Dust and Stretch that was so thick that he could probably cut it with a string. Before he could ask them to stop, though, Fury was adding his two cents in. "would you two freaking stop? you're making breakfast uncomfortable for everyone." For a moment, they both turned to Fury before Dust's gaze turned to his food. "sorry, kid..." He mumbled, scooping some eggs into his mouth. "yeah, kiddos and bro, sorry 'bout that." Stretch apologized to everyone before returning to breakfast. "That's Alright! We Appreciate It..." Sprinkle sighed in relief and gave his brother a thankful look. Fury nodded his head and stabbed his sausage. "hey, uncle? i gave your offer some thought." Stretch perked up, and Blueberror looked confused. ("Offer?") "O-ff-er?" Sprinkle nodded. "Uncle Stretch Offered For Us To Move Away From Dad. I, For One, Refuse." Blueberror looked to his brother in dread. ("What?") "W-ha-t?" Stretch opened his mouth to explain himself, but Fury beat him to it. "i'm not either. i've decided to stay here, where i am needed." Sprinkle gasped in excitement and tackled his brother while both parents looked relieved.