"Wheatleeeeeey..." He moaned. The brunette sighed and turned to face him. His eyes reflected his annoyance.
"What is it?" he asked. Neil rolled over in his seat, moaning and groaning over dramatically. All the while he clutched at his aching stomach.
"My tummy huuuuuuuuurts...". Wheatley sighed in response, shaking his head. His eyes scanned the floor which was littered with discarded candy wrappers of all sorts.
"I told you not to eat so much at once." He reminded him. The red head simply whimpered. "Nobody ever listens to me though, do they?" he asked, grimacing.
"It feels like I'm about to give birth or something!" Neil cried out. His partner simply rolled his eyes. The brunette nonchalantly pulled out a magazine. He continued the conversation as he flipped through the pages.
"That's not plausible, mate." he replied. "Anyway, if it hurts so much why don't you just take some pills?". Neil went quiet for a moment before looking over to him.
"...Can you get them for me?" He asked. Wheatley looked back at him with an unamused expression. What was he, his slave? The red head gave him his widest grin, but that did nothing to convince his companion. Instead, he put on the best sad, puppy dog face he could conjure up.
The brunette initially resisted, though found it hard to ignore that look. He glanced away for a moment before looking back. It was no use. He was too cute.
With a sigh he got to his feet, forced to give in. Neil smiled victoriously.
A moment later Wheatley returned, two pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. In leaning over Neil to set the items down beside him, the brunette found himself tripping over his partner's lanky form. Fortunately for him, Neil caught him, saving him from the reaches of the hardwood floor.
"Gotcha." Neil said playfully. Wheatley rolled his eyes and smiled. The shorter man leaned in towards the other and touched his nose to his, softly nuzzling him. The red head giggled innocently at this, pulling his partner in closer. Wheatley's smile softened as he ran his hand through Neil's messy hair.
"Happy Easter, ya big dummy." Wheatley said.
"To you too." Neil replied with a chuckle.