“w.? W.? W!”

Said male bolts up, the momentum causing him to fall onto the floor. As he looks up, he sees Mowow, Cupcake, and Cocoa looking down at him. When W.’s sight finally focuses in, he notices Mowow in rainbow swim trunks and towel with a dog surrounded by rainbows printed on it, wrapped around his shoulders. The male is currently munching on a piece of bread, the square of carbs hanging lazily from his mouth.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

“What do you mean? It’s Pride!”

“What’s Pride? Is it a satanic ritual?”

Mowow looks at W. with a blank stare before sprinting out of the room for a couple of minutes. When he comes back, he holds an outfit in his hands.

“Once you put this on, come out and I’ll tell you all about it.”

W. looks down at the outfit before nodding and escorting Mowow out of the room. When he looks at the outfit he finally realizes what Mowow is making him put on: a black shirt that shows the steps on how to pick up chicks, the chicks being those that would come out of an egg; black pants with a rainbow belt; black socks; and rainbow combat boots.

“What the fuck is with all of the rainbows?”

When the turquoise-haired male finally puts the outfit on and walks into the living room, Mowow is already drawing on a white board. As soon as W. sits down on the couch, Mowow spins the board around to show various, random doodles. He points at a doodle of what W. can barely make out to be some sort of float.

“Pride is a festival that basically celebrates the legalization of gay marriage, and just appreciation of gays in general. People will set up floats and parade around, walk alongside the floats, or just be there for support. I thought it would be fun to involve ourselves this year. But before we do that, I thought we could go to the beach, which is why I bought you swimwear.”

Mowow shows W. the black tank top and black swim trunks with a rainbow along the rims. W. looks at the male before nodding slowly.

“Alright. That seems fun, I guess.”

“I know, right? Maybe you’ll see someone and actually make some friends.”

“Well, fuck you, too.”

Mowow smirks before walking into the kitchen to pack the two of their lunches. He grabs a red and a blue lunch bag, along with several sandwich and snack bags.

“What kind of sandwich do you want?”

“…Ham.”

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W. sighs as the cold air blows through his turquoise locks. He can only hear bits and pieces of what Mowow is saying, considering that the two of them are on Mowow’s motorcycle. As the duo makes their way down toward the beach, W. can’t help but remember the meeting he had with Max a few weeks ago.

“Hey, Mowow?”

“What’s up?”

“Do you remember Max? The one from the festival?”

“Yeah. What about him?”

“It’s nothing. I just found him interesting.”

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After Mowow parks his motorcycle, the two males head toward the restroom so that W. can change into his swimwear.

“I don’t know why you just didn’t give me these instead of the outfit I’m wearing.”

“I wanted to make sure it looked good on you.”

“Whatever.”

After putting on the tank top and swim trunks, W. comes out, his face set aflame in a blush.

“Why are you blushing, W.? You wear something similar at home all of the time.”

“That’s at home. I feel like I’m showing too much skin.”

“You’re not. I’m wearing less than you. Now, come on.”

The brown haired male grabs the other’s hand and runs toward the water. When they finally reach the sand, the two realize how crowded the beach actually is.

“Maybe other people are hanging out before Pride, too.”

Mowow looks around, trying to find an empty space where they can put their stuff. The duo is about to give up on hanging out at the beach when W. spots an empty space in the shade.

“How about over there?”

“Good eye. Haha. Get it, because you only have one good eye? Eh? Eh?”

“One day, I’ll snap and murder you in cold blood.”

“Can’t wait.”

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“Where’d you go, you little shit?”

The blue-eyed male looks around, trying to find his immortal friend.

“If you scare me, I swear, I’ll destroy you.”

As soon as the male stops talking, Mowow grabs his leg, causing a girl like shriek to emit from W.’s throat. Mowow stands up and laughs, tears building up in his eyes.

“You scream like a girl.”

“Fuck off.”

W. splashes Mowow, getting salt water in the male’s throat. The one-eyed male looks at the lifeguard tower, checking the time.

“Hey, Mowow? When are we supposed to leave?”

“Klrk. Cuk. Hynk. Hm? Aboooooout… right now.”

W. and Mowow walk to their spot and grab their stuff.

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W. walks out of the bathroom first, sporting the outfit from earlier in the day. Mowow walks out a little bit later, wearing something a little more… different: a white button up shirt, a rainbow vest over it; rainbow tights; a white tutu; and white flats.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

“It’s called fashion, Mom. You wouldn’t understand.”

“…”

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Mowow pulls into a parking space while W. pays the parking meter. Mowow grabs W.’s hand and leads him to the middle of the city. There stands many restaurants and booths, decorated for the occasion. As W. looks around, he sees many people wearing ridiculous clothing as well, some even sporting signs.

“This is… festive. You sure it’s not a cult.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

Mowow eyes brighten and he immediately grabs W., ready to show him the time of his life.

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Toward the middle of the duo being at Pride, Jake appeared and Mowow told W. to go and make some friends. The male is now sitting at a public bar, a beer in his hand.

“’Freunde Machen,” sagte er. Ich mag Leute nicht und er sollte das wissen. Dummer unsterblicher Waldwächter.”

The male continues to mumble in his native language: German. Surrounding people stare at him, frightful of his dark aura. His mood becomes even angrier when a brave soul next to him decides to laugh.

“Du hast ein Problem?”

“No. You’re just here talking to yourself, scaring people who are out here to have fun.”

W. breathes through his nose before exhaling through his mouth, finally managing to calm down.

“I know. My friend ditched me and told me to “make friends.””

“Ah. My friends ditched me to, but I think it’s because they don’t like me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I don’t really care.”

W. finally looks over to the person he’s talking to: Max. His eyes widen before he chokes on his beer. The male looks over as well, choking as well. They both yell in surprise at the same time.

“It’s you?!”

W decides to speak up first, concern written all over his face.

“What’re you doing here?!”

“I could ask you the same damn question!”

When they notice the weird stares coming from other customers, they decide to take their conversation outside.

“Alright. So, I’m here because Mowow thought it would be fun to indulge in human culture.”

“Well, I’m here because my friends thought it would be fun… Are you gay?”

“What’s that?”

Max starts to crack up, the idea of such a scary person not knowing what something so obvious is.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes?”

The green-eyed male’s smile falters a little, then turns into a full on smirk.

“So you know how many males like females, and vice versa?”

W. nods, a curious glint hidden in his eyes.

“Well. There are situations when a male likes a male, and a female likes a female. Some people like both genders, some are open to any gender, some only like certain genders, there are cases when people only like one specific person when the form a bond, and some don’t like any people and or genders sexually. These, of course, aren’t all of the sexualities, but it’s a brief summary.”

“Well, if you’re here, do you relate to any of those categories of people?”

Max’s face reddens as he nods.

“My friends decided that I should go and find someone while I’m here, but I don’t really want to do that. I would rather just have fun, y’know?”

“I guess. Since we’re both probably kicked out of the bar, would you like to enjoy the rest of Pride with me?”

“That does sound like fun. Alright.”

Max smiles before taking the older male’s hand. They both walk toward the booths, putting whatever past they had behind them.

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As it finally starts to get dark, Max and W. wait patiently on top of Max’s car, which was conveniently parked close to Mowow’s motorcycle. The two of them laugh, telling jokes and just enjoying one another’s company.

“You said your friends dragged you here. Did you drive?”

“We each took separate vehicles in case something like this happened.”

Before they can say anything else, Mowow comes sprinting, tackling W. to the ground.

“I’m sorry I ditched you! Jake just looked so adorable! I’m so sorry I ruined Pride for you!”

“Mowow du hast mir Angst gemacht!”

“See! You’re speaking German, you must be really mad. I’m sorry!”

Max snickers before pulling the brunette off of his roommate.

“He’s not mad, Mowow. He was just saying you scared him.”

Mowow gasps in shock, just now noticing the familiar face.

“You speak German?!”

“I took a few classes when I was little. It was nice seeing both of you again, but I have to get home. W., danke für das hängen mit mir.”

”Erwähne es nicht.”

Max smiles at Mowow’s confusion before opening his car door and driving away.

“What did you two say?! W., I’m confused! Pleaseeeee!”

“It’s nothing to worry about, Mowow. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Taking me to Pride.”

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W.’s eyes start to droop, exhausted from the long day. Mowow yawns before asking his roommate a question.

“Why are you so tired? Did you two fuck while I was gone?”

“NO! WHAT THE HELL, MOWOW!?”

“I WAS JUST ASKING! NO ONE WAS JUDGING!”

“I DIDN’T NEED THIS!”