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[cosmicmenage]

TAG DROP

[pseudowho]

Snowhere to Go

(help me find the Choso artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

When your date plans are ruined by the snow, you and Choso find a stack of old board games, and make your own fun.

Fluff, mildly suggestive, general cute fluffy comfort.

As promised for @gojo-mochi ❤️🫖☕⛄

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Choso stood at the fridge, considering breakfast, one finger lazily scratching his jaw. He was broken out of his reverie by a shriek from you; with a panicked shout, he moved to you immediately. Swooping in behind you, he tucked his arms around your waist, shucking you backwards over his shoulder. You shrieked again, this time at him.

"Choso, what are you doing?!"

"Why are you screaming?" he retaliated, but hopped backwards in disgust as, through the open front door he had rescued you from, snow tumbled round his feet. Gaping at the doorway with a comedically downturned frown, Choso shook ice off his feet; a flat snow drift, imprinted against the absent door, was almost as tall as him.

"We're snowed in!" You yelled, still draped backwards over Choso's shoulder, pointing your toes and arms in delight as Choso snorted, a grumpy huff of air through his nose. His face bored, annoyed, he tickled your hips, delighted by how you squirmed and laughed.

"We had plans," Choso grumped, throwing you deftly onto the sofa to your delighted squeals, "you promised me a date."

You poked your toes into his belly, teasing, laughing again as he gripped your ankle and pinched your toes.

"Stop it! Stop-- STOP!" You begged, kicking, "We can still have fun! I promise! Just...use your imagination. I'm going to go and shower." Choso pouted at you as you escaped his hands, and scooted yourself to the bathroom.

With a sigh, he pulled a t-shirt on over his grey sweat pants, and surveyed the room. Wandering lazily towards an old chest of drawers, he yanked it open, rummaging inside.

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"Hey! What are these?" You leaned out of the bedroom towards Choso's shout, and saw him blowing dust off a stack of old board games from your childhood. A prickle of nostalgic delight ran through you, your hair still damp as you approached Choso with soft joy, brushing your fingertips against the boxes.

"Board games," you breathed, happy memories washing over you. Choso's eyes softened, peering down at your unbridled delight with a gentle smile, "Have you ever played any?" He nodded slowly. Shuffling through the pile, he picked one out, holding it up and shaking it at you with twinkling eyes.

"Date?"

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"Uhm...B...five?"

"Miss." Choso slapped his hands over his face with a groan as you shot him a wicked little grin. He sullenly pushed a little red peg into his board, pouting.

"Do you even HAVE any battleships on there?" He sulked. You waggled your eyebrows at him.

Cautiously as you rummaged in your peg box, Choso began to peer surreptitiously over to your half of the game. You spotted him, gasping dramatically and throwing your hands over your board, but not before he had seen.

"You dirty cheat--"

"You put them all in one corner, you minx--"

Choso flicked the board with a smirk, pegs skittering across the table, and you took off through the apartment, laughing as he chased you.

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"Jail?!" Choso cried, holding his tiny metal dog to his chest, appalled and stroking its ears in dismay. You shrugged, counting out your wodge of pink banknotes.

"Can't pay your rent. Gotta go to jail. Them's the rules."

"Says who?" He challenged, fist slammed to the table in passionate opposition.

"Says Capitalism," you offered wanly. Choso huffed again, reluctantly moving his metal dog around the board into the Jail. Choso's hand reached into the game box absentmindedly. He recoiled as you slapped the back of it.

"Hey! Do not pass Go, do not take two-hundred pounds."

Choso stared at you with barely restrained fury. A heartbeat passed between you. He flipped the board, your multiple hotels scattering across the table. Choso stood, a dark aura surrounding him as he pointed one thick finger down at you.

"Fuck Capitalism," he sneered.

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"Right foot green."

"Right foot...green?!" Choso was crablike on the multicoloured mat, looking down below him and surveying his limited options. You stood above him in just your underwear and his oversized t-shirt, legs either side of his hips. The spinner was rested on Choso's tensed abs, where you diligently spun it for him.

"I'm not an octopus," he grumbled, but started to slide his foot towards himself, thighs tense with the uncomfortable stretch. His movement knocked your left leg from under you and you cried out, landing squarely on his groin with a blush.

Choso coughed, red-cheeked and furious, "That's cheating--"

"Hey, this was your faul--"

"Can't believe you'd try to seduce me just to win--"

"Try?" You teased, wiggling against him. He groaned, dropping weakly to the floor, holding your hips on his.

"Fine. You win this time," he scowled, stabbing a finger at you as you giggled. His hand wandered down to finger the soft skin of your belly, before slowly meandering up your abdomen. You bit your lip with a shiver.

Choso snapped, standing and hoisting you over his shoulder again, and you squealed and kicked your legs as he carried you decisively towards your bedroom.

"Date's over," he announced abruptly, "time for bed."

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Ugh. I feel so cute. I love it.