So after the aro and ace decide that co-writing fanfiction was a huge mistake…
They immediately make the second big mistake when one slips up and brings up the legendary night in question (aka THAT ONE TIME), a night they both agreed they would never talk about again. But of course when wine is involved loose lips indeed literally fucking sink ships.
Passions run deep, theories go wild, and in the midst of all the newly made dicks (now created with glitter and clay and paper mache and really anything goes at this point) and bickering, they realize something strange. Neither of them remembers it exactly the same.
Is the aro insane, or just having a period of extreme disillusionment with life? Perhaps the ace prefers to be creative, rather than remember trivial matters down to every detail?
Tensions fly high as neither can say for sure what is real or not anymore.
The aro points out that tooth-rotting fluff is only okay in the circumstance that it’s sexy tooth rotting fluff, to which the ace automatically disagrees, and also swears that that’s not what she said last time. The aro continues to rant incohrently, causing the ace to easily lose interest and instead take to flinging the paper mache dicks as his preferred war machine bc damn why won’t she ever shut up.
The aro’s weapon of choice is a shiny, clay glitter dick canon in retaliation. There is no mercy. There is no surrender. It’s beyond brutal. They are both out for blood and it’s a dick-eat-dick world.
Hours pass. Furniture is on fire. Smoke is billowing. Dicks are everywhere. Someone probably should have called the fire department but all their neighbors hate them and were hoping that they’d finally end up eliminating each other so long as they didn’t get involved.
The two make a silent telepathic agreement that if they make it through this alive somehow, that their neighbors will most surely be the next to taste their wrath.
Both are covered in debris and blood and dick glitter, barely recognizeable. They can no longer walk, and choose to crawl.
Amidst the ruin and chaos, the aro croaks out one (last?) word.
The ace glares one (last??) withering glare.
With no love and lots of clay dicks,
Your Lemon-san (*´・з・`*)チュッ♪