Bluebell’s brows knit at that thought, “Oh you? I mean she’s the same species I’m positive…” shifting up she looked between Sheldon and Wayne, “Wait… you’re not just the same species… fuuuuuuck that’s going to give me a headache,” she groaned and slumped down into the large man again, “I got a phone. It’s in my jacket, where ever that went.”
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“Cocoa,” Sheldon announced, reappearing from the kitchen with three mugs, “And it would seem so, hun. There are versions of us throughout the city, but some blue people who aren’t as well. Hybrids too. But the standard for us is coming here after… well…” he cringed and sidestepped the thought, “Usually there’s one blue person, one minion, and one metronian,” he pointed at Wayne.
Handing out the cocoa, he cradled his and sunk down into the couch opposite from Bell, just barely not touching Wayne. He was trying very hard, and somewhat failing, at restraining his saltiness about not being on Wayne’s lap himself.
“Yeah it’s… It’s weird.” Wayne sighs and is about to get up and get Bluebell’s jacket for her when Sheldon came out with the cocoa.
Taking his with a thankful look at his lover, he takes a few sips before leaning forwards to place it on the coffee table and watching Sheldon.
He could sense his feelings and with one quick motion, picked him up and pulled Sheldon onto his lap, burying his face in his neck and giving a gentle whine.
Sheldon relaxed the moment he was back in Wayne’s arms were he belonged, melting into his man’s embrace. Threading his fingers through Wayne’s hair, he murmured, “I think your jacket was still in the bathroom.”
He didn’t really mean to kick Bell off the couch… but he was also very needy and the reassurances from his mate were necessary.
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Chewing on her lip and feeling like she was intruding on the couple, Bell stood, “I’ll just go and… call Wyn…”
Clutching the cocoa cup close to her, she retreated to the bathroom for her jacket. Taking a sip of the chocolate she hummed in delight, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. As good as Minion made.