THAT'S ENOUGH SLICES. || An Object Show Crossover

III: Graffiti says bro 12 TIMES but Teardrop is now a part of the bro code. Yay.

"You know, I'd say your energy is admirable if you were anyone but you," Guarana laughed.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Graffiti huffed.

They smiled under their husk. "You know exactly what I mean, dude."

Graffiti rolled its eyes, crossing its arms. "You're lucky you're my bro, dude. I can't do anything against you. That goes against bro code!"

"I guess I am lucky, huh?" Guarana hummed.

Graffiti blinked. "Huh?"

"Don't worry about it," he just said. The two weren't known to get sappy very often and they didn't seek out those moments even if they don't mind it. Though Guarana couldn't help but think to himself how lucky he really is to have his best friend.

"Whatever dude," Graffiti snickered before pointing to the vending machine. "You wanna grab a drink?"

"You got any coins on you?" Guarana asked. They were met with silence. "...Yep. That's what I thought." He always had to pay for things when they hung out outside of the dome. It was the tradition at this point. They pulled out two coins from their husk, making their way to the vending machine with their friend.

Taking a closer look at the machine, they realized it only had water and Dr. Fizz. Graffiti paused, looking at the machine offended. "What the fuck is this? A vending machine of... Just water and Dr. Fizz?! This is so uncool!" it exclaimed, seeming genuinely angry. "I don't even know what Dr. Fizz IS!"

Guarana patted his back. "Hey, while I agree this is a monstrosity, it doesn't hurt to try some. Considering water literally hurts you, it's the only option."

He crossed his arms with a huff. "Uggghhhhh. Fiiiiiiine..."

Good enough of an answer for me, Guarana thought as they inserted the two coins, pressing some buttons for two Dr. Fizz cans. He was disappointed the machine didn't have what he was craving but oh well. Sharing a drink with Graffiti is cool enough. Reaching into the machine, he pulled out the two cans and handed one to his friend. He sat down, leaning against the machine. Graffiti followed. Guarana opened the can, taking a sip of the drink.

"How's it like, bro?" Graffiti asked, opening his can.

Guarana hummed, taking another sip. They took a moment to process the drink against their tongue. "...Fizzy."

"Thanks for the help," Graffiti snickered before drinking the Dr. Fizz. In no time, its outline became sharp and jagged as its eyes widened. "Holy shit, it is fizzy!" Holding the can with both of its hands, it began to chug down the soda.

Guarana watched him and sighed to himself. At least he didn't look as wild as he did when drinking coffee. They remembered having to hold him back that day. Not very fun. Well, at least Graffiti didn't hate the drink. Satisfied that their coin didn't go to waste, they took their time drinking their Dr. Fizz. "So, how'd you like it?"

Graffiti drew the can away from his face, a wide sharp-teethed smile on it. "8.5/10! This shiz is fizzy!"

"Thanks for stating the obvious," they laughed.

Graffiti rolled its eyes, crushing the can up with its hands. "You say that like you didn't do that earlier!" it huffed before eating the crushed can. "...Mmm. Crunchy." Suddenly, Graffiti paused, staring at someone. Now imagine a screen sliding to fit someone else in the frame. Yeah, there we go. He and the newcomer just stared at each other awkwardly.

Guarana was glad their mouth was hidden by their husk as they were smiling from not trying to laugh. Great first impression there, 'Fiti. "Can we help you?" he asked, hoping his voice didn't sound too amused.