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i'll sweep the stardust for you

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my stylus broke so instead of drawing michael im gonna write about her

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You and Michael lay on a bed of healthy, green, grass, the purple light of the night shining on the both of you. The moon was high up in the air, standing alone with the stars.

Beside you, Michael radiated color. He turned the grass under him into a soft technicolor, the individual blades twisting, straightening, and then curling up again. It was turned on its side and looking at you, ringlets spilling on the lawn.

You stared back at her with a soft smile. “Do you like the view?”

Michael’s smile grew wider at your words. “Yes. You look very pretty, pumpkin.”

You laughed. “I meant the stars, but thank you.”

Michael laughed along with you. “Hm, I guess the stars do look nice, cinnamon bread.”

She slightly scooted over and grabbed your shoulders, bringing you close.

“But not as pretty as you.” She said with a popcorn scented giggle, right before kissing your cheek.

You laughed again. “M-michael!”

He began to pepper your face with kisses, each leaving a faint little spiral on your cheek. The air sparked with colorful, retro hearts and swirls of orange as your face burned with a warm rosiness.

Michael ended its barrage with one final, affectionate kiss to the lips, loudly saying ‘mwah’ to accentuate it, before letting out a wonderful pink, staticky laugh.

You laughed along with it, both of you hugging the other whilst half sitting up in the grass. Your own laughter was cut short by a soft yawn. Michael’s laughter slowed down once she heard you.

“Are you tired, cottondrop?” She cooed, an echoy giggle still in his voice. “Do you want to go to bed?”

You rubbed your eyes a bit. “Hm, yeah, kinda.”

A soft giggle radiated from it, before it scooped you up. “Upsie daisy, let’s get you to bed.”

Your eyelids started to get heavier as you curled up against its chest. “But aren’t the sheets gonna get dirty?”

Michael put a sharp hand on your head, kissing it gently. “We’ll wash them tomorrow, hm?”

You took a deep breath, and buried your hair in his golden curls, succumbing to your exhaustion. “Hm.”

Michael smiled.

“Hm. ♥”