"No"
"But…"
"I'm not wearing that."
"But, Bertolt."
"Marco, please don't make me wear that."
Bertolt and Marco had been warring for 15 minutes about a sweater Marco had recently purchased. Unfortunately for Bertolt, the sweater was dark orange with disgusting green stripes and freakish yellow polka dots. Bertolt was horrified.
"Marco, please." His green eyes were filled with fear and despair. The pair would be leaving soon to hang at Jean's house for a few hours. It was going to be a small kick-back with Jean's boyfriend, Eren, and a few other friends.
"Bertolt." Marco's voice was an odd combination of a command and begging wrapped in one.
The tall man looked between the sweater and his boyfriend's big brown eyes, framed by freckles.
"No." The sight of the sweater would most likely make the other people invited would laugh. Maybe not out loud, but they would be amused anyway. Bertolt started sweating at the terrifying thought of wearing that thing in public. Once again, he refused.
"I'm not doing it."
Marco looked at the sweater, laid it on the couch and walked out of the room. From Bertolt's angle he could not see the scheming brunette's face and assumed the other was sad.
The tall man sighed and walked over to the couch, adorned by the ugly mass of strings.
I can't believe you, Marco.
He slipped the colorful sweater over his head with a sigh and called out to Marco.
Marco heard his name and wandered out to the living room to find his boyfriend with the sweater on just like the freckled man planned.
"You ready?"
"Unfortunately."
The pair made their way down the street to Jean's house. To their surprise, Jean was wearing a strange concoction of colorful strings that supposedly resembled as sweater as well.
Behind him, Eren was winking at Marco.