It was just as usual. You were perched on one of the many couches of the "IKEA" or "3008" floor, within reach of your hideout. Pest was nestled almost too close to you, but still far enough to give you space. It was almost as if he was leaning onto you. You weren't sure at first what he was trying, but you didn't mind it much. Your hand rested on your lap, and the other on top of that hand. It was pretty comfortable, admittedly.

Pest wore those gloves again to prevent contact with water, which he still utterly hated. It was quiet for a moment, with a hint of affection in the air. It was almost as if the world didn't exist, and that maybe just for a moment, you would allow more than just hand holding and cuddling. That was just a possibility, not a probability. You had already shifted your eyes closed, clearly comfortable in the moment. Pest noticed and, with a mischievous glint in his eyes - darkened by his cap - his hands slowly came to hold you closer. Then he moved closer himself, closing the distance between you two.

Your eyes jolted open, immediately noticing the playful yet mysterious smirk on his face. He was up to no good. You perked up with curiosity mixed with confusion, then realized he was leaning in toward your face.

You didn't say anything yet.

He continued leaning in further, completely turned to face you on the couch. His hands rested gently on your shoulders. You tensed up, realizing what he wanted to do. Not if you didn't know if he was clean. Your hands instinctively and softly pushed him away, leaning back yourself.