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Nightmare tried to scoot backwards, but his hair tugged from underneath Cross. "Cross you're- sitting on my hair- AUGH- OUCH-" Nightmare's head was tilted, the pain dragging him down. Cross quickly shifted off of his Night- Boss' hair, "Sorry- sorry."

There was a long moment of silence, awkwardness invading the air. Subsequently making this all the more awkward. A greater heat creeped up Nightmare's face, and he hid it behind his long and now fixed hair.

Nightmare reached a hand, just for it to pulled back. He hesitated and pulled it back in a fit a anxiety. Cross was too occupied gazing at his hair and the brushes everywhere to notice this, relieving Nightmare slightly.

He noticed Cross had been looking around at the mess, "The room is messy, I know." Gracefully flipping his hair out of his face as he took a look at the mess around the two. They were isolated, pure stick-outs in a sea of hair products.

"Oh, uhm- a bit yeah." Cross rubbed the back of his neck, not noticing Nightmare had caught him looking. Nightmare sighed, getting up then starting to clean reluctantly.

Cross assumed this would take awhile, willing to help he asked. "Need any assistance?"  Now with that he realized, sounded a tad clingy.

"Yeah, this is going to take a bit.." He looked around the room, taking in the giant mess. As they cleaned, the taller tried his best to avoid his hair. Although Cross didn't trip over his hair, Nightmare tripped on it instead. Just before he hit the ground, Cross looked over just in time to run over and catch him. "You ok? Ya' Almost fell-"

"Y-Yeah.." He huffed, averting making eye contact with Cross. All while trying to keep his balance. Cross seemed worried for Nightmare, "Ya sick or something?" he inspected his face, making Nightmare's cheeks noticeably darker. "Wh- No?!" He claimed anxiously, frantically looking for a way out of this weird situation.

"You sure?" Cross appeared to be genuine, wanting only, well, the best for his boss. "Yeah?" Nightmare replied uncertainly, hopefully letting Cross know he could let go of him.

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Cross crept up behind the smaller, probably hoping to scare him. "So, whatcha doin'?" Nightmare was certainly frightened, turning around and screaming, as well as flinging all four tentacles in the air. "AH- O-Oh." He squirmed, leaning against the wall since Cross had now blocked his only way from moving.

"Sorry- am I stepping on your hair again?" Cross took a half step back, checking the ground. "No, you just scared me." Nightmare replied half-heartedly, then immediately regretting being so truthful with Cross. Especially with that..

 "Mhm.. so, what are you doing?"  A slight bored tone escaped Cross' voice, Nightmare took note of it. They both stood there for an awkward moment until Nightmare responded.

"Cleaning."

"Cleaning.. what?"

"Uhhh.. something?"

"Don't you wanna like- do something else now?" 

 "Kinda." Nightmare's tendrils squirmed about, he seemed pretty uncomfortable. Cross glanced to the bed beside them, smirking. In a nonchalant manner, he softly picked up Nightmare. He's sit him down on the bed so they were around the same height.

 "Wh- Cross what are you doing??-" Nightmare squirmed in Cross' arms, trying to push away using his tentacles. "Just relaxx.." He assured, leaning in and closing the space between the two.