Pure nonsense. Just thought of how damn cute he'd look in this situation. Has absolutely nothing to do with anything plot-wise, except maybe down the Conby path. Please review! Thanks!

Connor sat Indian-style on the floor at the front of the sofa with a white controller gripped tightly in his hands. At a momentary pause in the game thanks to a cutscene, he stretched his lanky legs in front of him and crossed his ankles. He leaned forward to play again and quickly started yelling at the screen in frustration, "MOVE, you stupid cow! Not there! Unggh... DAMN IT, I'M DYING!"

At this, Abby ran downstairs from her room in nothing but a towel, having heard his anguished cries from the shower. Puddles of water appeared at her feet as she stood at the top of the stairs and looked on at the catastrophe that had once been her living room.

Empty tins of cookies and a bowl of potato chips were stacked precariously on the coffee table. Somewhere, Connor had a radio on... quite loudly. The refrigerator door was open and the carton of milk looked like it had been drank out of. Abby's throw pillows had been used literally, and Rex lay asleep in his food bowl. Not to mention the state of Connor himself.

Connor sat in a pile of what looked like crumbs. His hair was more unkempt than usual, he was in a ratty grey T-shirt and boxer shorts with blue and purple mismatched socks and his robe. (I mean, really, could he be any more of a slob? ) Abby thought, looking down at him.

"Hey, Conn?" Abby called. Connor paused the game and looked up, instantly fearing for his life. He had caught the tone in her voice and thought it best not to aggravate her. Even so, he couldn't stop sneaking glances at her dripping legs and the way she gripped the towel at the top near the rise of her chest and how it was slightly falling away from her body, making a slit up the side.

Clearing his throat, he smiled up at her, trying to woo her over. "Yeah, Abbs?" he replied.

"Would you mind... telling me... what the HELL HAS HAPPENED TO MY FLAT?" her voice rose in pitch until she was shrieking like a pterasaur. "I swear to you, Connor Temple, if this room is not cleaned in ten minutes, I will.... so help me I will throw out all of your games!" She cast him a threatening eye and he knew it meant serious business.

As soon as she headed back upstairs to dress, he leapt into action. Grabbing all the pillows in one move, he tossed them back on the couch. He ran to the kitchen, closed the milk, shut the door (making sure Rex wasn't inside), and grabbed a large black trash bag. Running over to the table (and hitting his shin on the edge of it and nearly crying out in pain), he swept all the empty boxes, tins, and the entire bowl of chips inside and knotted it up. He looked around for the vacuum and found it in a closet he'd never used before along with mops and a long feather duster. He quickly plugged it in and began to run over where he had been sitting on the floor and for good measure, did the area around the sofa too. Putting everything back, he looked around frantically and seeing nothing, relaxed again on the floor, and sighed in relief.

Abby walked downstairs. She had deliberately taken a bit longer because she knew he would've panicked as soon as she left. Hiding a giggle, she took a perfunctory glance around, finding everything in place, until she turned and looked at her lamp. Raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, she held up a pair of his boxers.

"Conn?" she asked sweetly. "What's this?"

A/N: teehee. just thought it was cute. No particular time frame in mind, but definitely before the kiss.

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