A/N: I saw something like this on Flipnote Hatena before it was terminated. I decided to make a small drabble about it.
"No bro. Go away."
Grubbs Grady stood at his bedroom doorway, definitely surprised by his visitor, Lord Loss, especially since he came asking for a hug.
Without warning, Lord Loss fell on Grubbs in a rather lazy manner. Grubbs pushed him angrily, yelling "Get out of my room! Bro!"
Lord Loss murmured in a quiet voice. "Love me, Grubitsch."
"Lord Loss! Leave!"
"If I don't get love, I will die." Lord Loss stated in a very grim voice.
"THAT'S A LOAD OF BULL S***!"
Lord Loss held him, his voice shaking to add to the drama. "Oooh, I'm getting weak!"
"NO YOU'RE NOT, GO AWAY!"
"Iiiii'mmm dyyyyyiiinnnng!"
"BROOOO!"
Lord Loss dipped his head over Grubbs' shoulder and whispered "I'm dead."
"Lord Loss, no you are not! Don't you DARE! I'll kill you, so help me!"
Lord Loss pushed all of his weight on to Grubbs and knocked them both on the floor. Dervish came running in.
"I heard yelling, what's- oh, not again!"
"AGAIN?! THIS HAPPENS OFTEN?!"
"Yes, yes it does, now get off of him, Lord Loss."
"But, but, Dervish… I'm dead…""
"Get your crazy ass off of my nephew before I burn it off."
"FFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNUUUH." Lord Loss floated off of Grubbs and down to the basement where he had left the window open.
"What in the Hell was that about?!" Grubbs yelled, trying to shake off his horrified feeling.
"Well, the term 'sad, lonely Lord Loss' fits him well."
"And that's supposed to mean he goes around forcing people to adore him?!"
"Only around certain times of the year when his oxytocin levels are high…"
"Oh great…"
"He'll be back at around Christmas, only he'll be doing a lot more begging and crying."
"FANTASTIC. I get to have my Christmas clothes ruined by his blood as well."