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Larry had asked Meeple for help in preparing a certain dish, and the 8 ball was more than willing to help. They weren’t the best at cooking - especially compared to Larry - but they were going to take any opportunity to spend time with him.
They had a bit of trouble using the knife due to their lack of fingers, but they managed to get it to work.
Until it slipped out of their hands, and they ended up cutting themself.
“OW!” Meeple dropped the knife, and they brought their hands up to access the damage. It was just a little cut on their wrist - there wasn’t even oil - but it hurt like hell.
Larry dropped whatever he was doing, and he went over to check on Meeple. “Are you ok?! What happened?!”
“I just cut myself!” Larry reached out to look at Meeple’s hands, and they got flustered when he gently held their hands.
He looked at the cut on their wrist, the injury didn’t look too bad, but he knew from experience just how much it must hurt. “Let me kiss it to make it better.”
Meeple was taken back, and part of them thought that they heard him wrong. There was no way he just suggested to kiss them. “W-what… h-how does that help?!”
“Well I read online that kissing injuries can make you feel better and speed up the recovery process!” Larry gently pressed a kiss against the cut on Meeple’s wrist, and their systems went into overdrive. Larry, the good cop, their biggest crush, was kissing them?! It wasn’t on the lips, but he was still kissing them!
They were then snapped out of their thoughts when vinegar made painful contact with their cut, and Larry wiped it before putting a bandaid on. “There you go! All better now!”
It took a bit for Meeple to fully process everything, and when they did their face went red. They quickly snapped their attention away from Larry, and they continued what they were tasked to do.
“Lawrie I… I need a favor… I need you to punch my lips really really hard. Like as hard as you can.”
Lawrie turned to face Meeple, confusion clear in his face. “I’m sorry, what do you want me to do?”
“I need you to punch my lips as hard as you can.”
“...why?”
“Because…! I…” Meeple took a deep breath as the embarrassment started creeping in. “Earlier when I was helping Larry, I accidentally cut myself, and he… he kissed the cut on my wrist. So I was thinking that maybe if I hurt my lips he would… kiss me there?”
Lawrie groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Do you really think that this will work?”
“Well… no… but it wouldn’t hurt to try!”
“It might, actually, and I’m not talking about him not kissing you.”
“Can you just do it?!”
Lawrie cracked his knuckles. “Ok, but you better not start bitching if it hurts.”
“Don’t worry, I wo-” Lawrie’s fist collided with Meeple’s mouth, and they recoiled from the force in which he did so. They clapped their hands over their mouth, and tears started forming in their eyes.
“Oh come on,” Lawrie said, clearly annoyed, “I thought I told you-” Meeple brought their hands away from their mouth, and Lawrie saw oil on their hands. Meeple then spat out a couple teeth, all of them completely covered in oil.
Oh…
Oh NO-
“WHAT HELL WAS THAT?!” Meeple asked on the verge of tears.
“YOU TOLD ME TO PUNCH YOU AS HARD AS I COULD! Although I guess I underestimated my own strength…” More oil leaked out of Meeple’s mouth, and Lawrie got them a couple paper towels in an attempt to get the bleeding to stop.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! It’s not stopping!”
“What do you want me to do?!”
“TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL OR SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW!”
Meeple sat in the hospital, pressing an ice pack against their aching mouth. They were able to stop the bleeding, but they needed to get surgery to replace their knocked out teeth.
As they sat there the door opened, and Larry rushed into their room. “MEEPLE ARE YOU OK?!”
“Yeah… I just got punched.”
“By who?!”
“...Lawrie.”
“LAWRIE?!”
“Don’t get mad at him, I asked him to punch me.”
Larry was still worried, but now there was a hint of confusion. “Why did you ask him to punch you?”
Meeple grew embarrassed when they realized that they would need to explain everything, and a faint blush started dusting their cheeks. “Because… you said that kissing injuries can make you feel better and speed up the recovery process, and I… I wanted you to… to kiss my lips…”
Now it was Larry’s turn to get flustered. Then he started laughing, which caught Meeple off guard. “You know what the funny thing is? I wouldn’t have minded kissing you at some point… I just wasn’t expecting it to be under these circumstances.”
Meeple looked away, now feeling even more stupid over everything. “So… you like me back…?”
“Haha… I guess so!”
Meeple brought the ice pack away from their mouth. “Well, can I have that kiss now?”
“You know what? Sure.” Larry leaned in, and he pressed his lips against Meeple’s. They stayed for a bit, wanting to bask in the moment, but eventually they had to pull away for air.
“I don’t know about you, but I feel better already.” They both started laughing, but then Meeple winced from pain and they had to put the ice pack on their mouth again.
Maybe getting that kiss wasn’t work all this pain, but at least it ended up working out.