“Soda it is.” Still not sure what flavors Tuesday was going to like and a little afraid of the answer should he ask, Ozzie grabbed a variety.
“So.” Tuesday gestured to the TV. “What’s this movie about?”
“So, short version, there’s a powerful ring that needs to be destroyed to save the world, and a group of hobbits, humans, and elves go on a wild adventure to do that. With the help of a badass wizard.”
Tuesday’s expression softened, and his voice was quiet as he asked, “Do they… Do they win? The good guys, I mean.”
“Well, I don’t wanna spoil the whole trilogy.” Ozzie chuckled. “Wanna try it?”
Tuesday frowned, and he clung to Ozzie’s arm, several tentacles hugging him tight. “Okay, but… Just tell me it has a happy ending.”
“It has a happy ending,” Ozzie promised, leaning in to kiss Tuesday’s cheek sweetly. “It’s got a really fucking great ending, honestly. Makes me cry every time to be honest.”
“Okay. So. We’re gonna need tissues, huh?” Tuesday grinned.
“Probably, yes. But we have a minute until the first good cry.” Ozzie set his phone on the coffee table and leaned back, wrapping his arm around Tuesday’s shoulders. “Snacks have been ordered. Eating feelings is also a necessity.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.” Tuesday melted against Ozzie’s side, literally. He turned partially into tentacles and glittery goo, snuggling in close.
Ozzie laughed softly at the glittering, gooey mess curling around him. “Let’s do it.” He hit play on the remote to start the movie, and the familiar music made his heart warm and fluttery. “Do you want a blanket?”
“Iamthe blanket.” Tuesday grinned, his lower half continuing to melt over Ozzie’s lap.
“Oh! Ha! You kinda are.” Ozzie settled a hand against the most solid part of Tuesday’s body he could find. “You are really warm. Does it feel good to be gooey?”
“Mmhmm.” Tuesday smiled. “I mean, it’s me. It’s my body, you know?”
“Yeah. I mean, I don’t always love my body, but it’s the one I got.” Ozzie shrugged, his gaze flicking between the screen and Tuesday’s face as the movie began.
“Don’t worry. I’ll love your body enough for the both of us.” Tuesday kissed his cheek. “Now. What the fuck is going on in this movie?”
“Sorry, I’ll stop talking.” Ozzie grinned sheepishly, turning his attention to the screen. “This is a big party for Bilbo’s birthday. Bilbo Baggins.”
It didn’t take long for Tuesday to get sucked into the movie, totally enraptured as Gandalf and the hobbits set off on their adventure. The group had reached The Prancing Pony, met up with Strider, and were being hunted by Ringwraiths when a loud knock at the door made Ozzie jump right out of his skin.
He yelped, “Son of a bitch!”
“Fuck ass!” Tuesday jumped too, tentacles flailing. “If that’s a wraith, I am punching the shit out of it!”
“Not before I do.” Ozzie cackled, and the frantic twitch of Tuesday’s tentacles only made him laugh harder. “Will you pause it? I think it’s just the food.”
“Pausing!” Tuesday grabbed the remote.
Ozzie untangled himself from the gooey tentacles so he could stand up from the couch and hurry to the front door. He peeked through the window to make sure it was DoorDash and then opened the door. “Hey there! Thank you, I really appreciate it.”
The delivery man offered out a few paper bags. “Here you go, sir! Have a great day!”
“You too!” Bumping the door closed with his hip, Ozzie locked up and then headed back to the couch. “Snacks have arrived!”
“Oh yay!” Tuesday reached out two tentacles to snatch one of the bags with an eager squeal.
Ozzie flopped down beside him, setting the remaining bag down onto the table to dig through. “What soda do you want first?” He put a Mountain Dew, a Fanta, a Coke and a root beer all out for him to choose from.
“Ooo, I like the color of this one.” Tuesday went for the Mountain Dew.
“Careful.” Ozzie grabbed the Coke and twisted the lid off. “That one’s like crack level caffeine and radioactive material.”
“That sounds delicious.” Tuesday grinned as he opened the soda. “Okay, but real talk. I have questions.”
