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// Little Bites 
// Story: 150 or Below 
// by KwirkyJ 
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On the sofa lay Carrot and Cup, nestled like spoons in a  drawer. The twins were finally asleep. Pinkie was away with friends. The turntable spun, whispering a soft hiss from the center of the record. Lanterns burned evenly, undisturbed.

Carrot hummed a half-remembered tune. Cup's chin tucked against the hollow behind Carrot's jaw, pressing softly where his neck ended and his face began. They hadn't moved much for some time.

They had talked. Made plans. Discussed a little of the future and the past. But now all was still. The air was cool, their bodies warm. 

On a whim, like in younger years, Cup reached up and nipped at his ear. Just a nibble. He cooed agreeably and she felt his smile. She smiled, too, and laid her head down again.

Too soon, they would be made to stir.