best friends

for some reason i have this irrational worry that if we ever have fans, people will ship Tobias and Astor romantically

and i’m like “NOOOOO”

but we’re a really small rp group so no fans lol why do i worry about these things

anyway here are some heterosexual life partner cuddles

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Television was not a thing Tobias enjoyed, generally, but there he was, shoes sitting cockeyed beside the couch, feet propped up on the ottoman in front of him. His folded his long fingers over his stomach while he waited, relaxing comfortably without his suit jacket or tie for once.

Astor shuffled in with a large bowl of popcorn and a wide grin, chuckling at Tobias. “Oh no, you’ve MOLTED! Your pinstripe feathers have fallen off! Do you feel naked?”

Tobias narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t always wear pinstripe.”

Asyor scoffed. “I bet you have pajamas in a suit style. Like those tuxedo t-shirts. I’m gonna buy one of those for you.” He plopped down on the couch beside Tobias, cuddled up to his side, and settled the bowl between them.

Tobias elbowed Astor playfully, taking a single piece of popcorn. “Why would you bother pretending it was for me? We both know you’d only steal it.”

Astor laughed and scooped up a handful of popcorn, shoving it gracelessly into his mouth. “HA. You woodna wur id inneeweh.”

Many years spent in his company aided Tobias in translating Astor-mouthful-ese. “True. But that doesn’t mean you need to steal from me.”

Astor headbutted Tobias’ arm. “Shut up and start the movie.”

Tobias obliged, hitting the button and shifting to allow his friend more room. Astor curled into the space he made. Tobias put an arm over his shoulders, laying back, and picking at a few more pieces of popcorn. No, he was not a fan of television, but Astor was, so he didn’t mind.

Around the time Cady Heron met her would-be pals, Astor had moved the popcorn bowl and started to ooze into Tobias’ lap like a cat, folding his arms over the old phoenix’s legs to rest his head on them.

As Glen Coco received four candy-grams, Astor curled up on Tobias, knees to his chest.

While Bridget was being informed that ‘fetch’ would never catch on, Astor sat up and stretched out on Tobias, leaning his head back on his friend’s shoulder, their legs laced together. Tobias lazily opened his eyes, having nearly fallen asleep, and put an arm around Astor, resting his cheek against the trickster’s head.

Astor smiled and closed his eyes as well. He didn’t like napping, but Tobias did, so he didn’t mind.