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“I’m— I’m not polar! Lay off! We’re not going to bond!” Molecule cried, moving as far away from the other Molecule as possible. They’d been friends for a long time, but suddenly… other Molecule had changed. He kept having these weird dipole moments, where he’d just suddenly get all positive; turn around, negative. It’d be over as soon as it started, and he’d be back to his square planar self. 

But it was getting more and more frequent. More and more often.

“You know you want it, Molecule. Just come here,” Molecule whispered huskily, sultrily, and floated to where Molecule was. “You want me. I can tell.”

“N-No! I’m square planar! I’m square planar. I’m not bent like you.”

Molecule smirked.

“You think that now, but I’ll bond with you so hard, you’ll forget your polarity.” And suddenly, Molecule felt London Dispersion take over every atom of his body. And all he could feel was desire for Molecule.

“I told you you’d want it,” Molecule said, feeling the IMF rise. “They always do.”