"Smough, aren't you done yet?"

Smough was in the middle of making the dishes when he heard his boyfriend's question who was standing in the door.

"Not yet. And I plan on doing some of the other housework too. I am sorry but you have to relinquish on me for now. Just go and relax or something."

Ornstein didn't seem to be happy with that answer but complied anyway. "Fine.", he said and walked away.

Normally it would be Ornstein's duty doing the dishes. Smough cooked most of the time anyway. Even though Ornstein sometimes took over cooking, since the kitchen fire incident the dragon slayer refused to cook anything without Smough supervising him. But Ornstein had been sick only a few days ago and Smough had insisted that he would take it easy for a while. Ornstein was still prone to getting a fever. And he had been clingy lately. And that would only get worse if his fever returned. It wasn't surprising that all that Smough often started to call him kitten as a nickname.

Smough didn't even mind doing the majority of the housework. He was used to cook his own food, doing his own laundry and cleaning his own room anyway. He didn't had the best reputation in Anor Londo and had been alone and shunned anyway, so he did had loads of time to do all the housework himself next to his job as the executioner. After the dishes he planned on doing some laundry and clean up for a bit. And after he was done with all the work he could ask Ornstein if he wanted to take a bath with him and they could have some fun.

Smough dried the last plate and put it away and left the kitchen. He saw his boyfriend walk past, but something looked different. Whatever, it probably wasn't that important anyway. Maybe Ornstein had just changed into other clothes. Smough went to their room to collect the dirty laundry next. That was when he noticed that one of his tunics were missing. He was sure he had put it there yesterday evening. The executioner got a suspicion...

He found Ornstein in the room they usually would use to hang around, reading a book. And he could confirm his suspicion. Ornstein indeed wore the tunic he missed earlier. Because of that he had looked different earlier. Smough's clothes were far too big for the dragon slayer, being taller and a lot more chubby in contrast to Ornstein who was pretty much ripped. Smough approached his boyfriend: "Um.. you know, I wanted to wash this... Why are you wearing my clothes anyway?" Ornstein startled a bit at the sound of his voice and then looked clear busted: "I liked the smell and it just feels comforting to wear..."

"So, you are wearing my used clothes and you are probably still denying that you are a kitten.", Smough said. He should actually be mad at Ornstein, not only had he taken his clothes without asking, he now also had a loophole for procrastinating his laundry even more. But he couldn't. He looked just too cute in that oversized tunic, it was long enough to cover his body down to his knees and the sleeves covered his hands entirely, needed to turn around several times so that he would get the usage of them back.

Smough sat down next to Ornstein: "I just can't be mad at you for this. It's too cute. Besides, you are just feeling lonely, right? You can keep it on, but you have to wash it for me the next time, alright?"

Ornstein gave Smough a hug: "Thanks so much, Smough. I promise I will."

Smough carefully released himself out of Ornstein's hug. With how clingy his boyfriend was lately, he wouldn't let loose for a long time. With him in that state, Smough would at least like to give him something to look forward to: "You know what? When I am done with everything I was planning on taking a bath. You are invited to join me."

Ornstein smiled at him, that cute smile that showed his little fangs: "With pleasure."