All day public stuffing session. My partner and I go out for the day, and go to a restaurant for every meal. Maybe both of us are stuffing, maybe just one, but whoevers planning on getting big that day must clean their plate. Every plate for every meal. Appetizers, entrees, desserts, eating whatever the other asks. And there can be no downtown between meals either. There must always be some sort of snack or filling drink on hand, so as not to lose the progress of the meal from walking around. By the end of the day, whomever was stuffing should be as big and hard as a basketball, and they are completely at the mercy of their partner
Listen there’s a really cute comic about this and I’m weak, I can’t find the comic link but if I do later I’ll add it
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“Please be a weapon, please be a weapon!” Stan chants as he scrambles over to the strange -and honestly quite ugly- golden totem Ford had lead them through the jungle for.
-flashback-
“The totem reveals your deepest desire!” Ford enthuses as he attempts to convince his brother to make this trip with him.
“What, like money?”
Ford hesitates for a brief moment, but eventually shrugs.
“Well.. yes, I suppose if that was what you desired more than anything in the universe, then that’s what you’d get.”
Stan grunts, deep in thought.
“What if my innermost desire is….” He pauses, trying to think of something ridiculous. “Carla from high school dressed in medieval knight gear standing on a horses head.”
Ford sighs, and reluctantly nods his head, slightly annoyed at the mention of Carla.
“Yes, Stan. It would give you that.”
The conman grins, and nods his head.
“Alright sixer, I’ll get this weird totem thing with you.”
-end flashback-
He has a brief moment before his hands make contact with the chest to hope that it’s based upon current deepest desires, and not lifetime ones. Otherwise, Ford is going to be getting a nasty surprise.
His hands close around it, the snarls of the angry green beast that had cornered them echoing behind him. As soon as his palms make contact, the totem vanishes. Before he can blink, a startled and wide-eyed Ford is in his arms.
Ford doesn’t breathe.
“I-“
“Did you touch the totem?” Ford blurts. Stan’s face reddens, gut twisting uncomfortably, but he nods.
Great. He ruined it. He finally got his brother back, and he ruined it. His gaze averts, but it turns back when Ford’s fingertips gently touch his cheek. His blush darkens when he finds his brother is smiling at him.
“That’s sweet.” He murmurs, and Stan’s blush deepens to a point it’s almost painful.
Stan manages a soft, embarrassed giggle as he bows his head to meet his brothers chest, still holding him tightly.
“Me too.” He whispers.
Stan has to run from the furious green forest-cat before he can ask Ford what he means.
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