Reader x Dave: What The Heck's A Smuppet?

-- turntechGodhead  [ tG ] began pestering  -_ [ -_ ] at 10 : 44 A.M --

tG: yo

-_: Dave, hiya! You've...never pestered me before! What's up with that?

tG: is that a problem

-_: No, I just never pestered you before either, so...

tG: and why the fuck havent you

-_: ...No reason! Haha, no reason at all!

tG: damn ___ youre weird

-_: No I'm not

tG: dont fucking argue with me ok

tG: you are weird

tG: anyways uh how do i put this

-_: Put what?

tG: okay bros a dick and shit and he wants me to see you

-_: He...does?

tG: yeah ok when can you come over

-_: Er, noon?

tG: great ok ill be waiting for you dont fucking disappoint bro or me ok 

-- turntechGodhead  [ tG ] ceased pestering  -_ [ -_ ] at 10 : 57 A.M --

So, it finally happened.

Dave, the cool kid, Strider, the boy you've only seen once and happened to exchange pesterlogs with, just pestered you. You had always been so freaking nervous to do so, so you never ever did, afraid that your 'flush crush', as Nepeta calls it, for him would slip out into the keys.

It nearly did.

What time was it now? Eleven?
Oh god, that's enough time to get ready, but...
What will you do in the meantime...?

--One hour later--

Dave opened the door a crook, you saw his shades and smiled awkwardly, waving at him. He nodded his head slightly and opened the door, waving you in.

"Nice place." you cooed lightly.

"Yeah, whatever..." you could tell by the tone in Dave's voice that he wasn't really wanting this. "Welcome. Don't step on a smuppet."

"A what-"

"Smuppet."

"What the heck's a smuppet?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. Anyway, I gotta go do shit with Bro, do whatever the fuck you want on my laptop, I'll be back in an hour. Bye."

Laptop? Oh boy! You grabbed it and sat down on a sofa, knocking aside some really odd looking plushies.

-- turntechGodhead  [ tG ] began pestering  ectoBiologist [ eB ] at 12 : 17 P.M --

eB: hi dave!

tG: im not dave im ___

eB: ___? what are you doing on daves laptop?

tG: im at his house

eB: ooooooooh~ somones gonna get it ON!

tG: john if i could type a mad face i would so do it right now but i dont want to break daves typing quirk

eB: hehehe! what did you want then, huh ___?

tG: do you know what a smuppet is

eB: uh

tG: cmon john

eB: no I dont

tG: john goddamit

eB: well I do but its really awkward

tG: fine then

-- turntechGodhead  [ tG ] ceased pestering  ectoBiologist [ eB ] at 12 : 35 P.M --

Dave entered the room a few minutes later, his hair and clothes soaking wet.

"Storms suck." he griped, sitting down on the sofa next to you.

"So I know." you closed the laptop and put it on the floor. "Seriously though man, what the heck's a smuppet?"

Dave picked up one of the odd plushies you had knocked aside earlier, shuddering a bit. "This...thing."

You can't contain your laughter, so you laugh and laugh and laugh, rolling off the couch due to it all. "THAT'S JUST A PUPPET WITH A LONG NOSE~" you howled.

"YOU DON'T KNOW THE ABUSE I GO THROUGH-"

And the laughter stops abruptly.

"Abuse." you deadpanned.

"Yes. Abuse."

"How...?"

"You dont want to know what that nose does."

"..."

Cue the laughter again-

"I'm serious!" Dave whined.

"AH YES THE NOSES~" you cawed, smiling at him while wiggling your eyebrows.

"...Shut up." and with that, Dave kissed you rather passionately. 

You won't bring up smuppets again.

Ever.