This is my first so be kind! lol I dont really know if it's any good myself tbh, but I uploaded anyway .

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"Howard...Howard...HowardHowardHowardHowa-"

"WHAT?"

Vince's eyes took on that naïve, child like look of pure innocence and Howard softened immediately as he continued talking...

"When cheese gets its picture taken, what does it say?"

Howard stared at him for a moment and, to his shame, actually considered the question for a second.

"...Cheese can't speak..."

Vince's face crumpled slightly, but soon returned to it's usual look of pure simpleness and he began to grin at Howard again "What'cha reading Howard?"

"None of you're business, tit box,"

Howard said in his usual, good humoured but firm way as he stood slowly and stretched like a cat and turned the shop sign around to officially close the Nabootique even though it was nearing 8 now and the shop had effectively been closed since 6.30.

"Come on, little man, time to close up"

Vince seemed to glow even more, if it was possible, when Howard called him that instead of a 'Tit box', he knew he didn't mean it, but he preferred 'little man' to that any day, he thought it made him sound like a small animal or child that needs caring for. Vince stood up, adjusted his sequinned cowboy hat, pulled up his bright blue drainpipes and followed Howard up to their modest flat.

"Where have you been?"

Vince heard Naboo ask Howard in his usual calm way, he pondered if this was because he was always high or just naturally the way he spoke.

"The shop should have been closed hours ago Howard, you ball bag,"

"Sorry Naboo, we got distracted"

"Howard...I'm, er, still on the stairs, move,"

Howard complied after glancing at the other man's grinning face and finding himself shamelessly grinning back as he stepped forward; Vince just seemed to have that effect on him sometimes. Naboo turned, mumbled something and plodded off to his and Bollo's room. Vince sometimes wondered what went on in there...Naboo only had one bed, so where did Bollo sleep? He supposed he probably slept in the attic with all of Naboo's Shaman junk, he was always up there anyway and him and Howard slept in the same room as him so, he supposed it wasn't that weird, although they had two single beds not just one, but-

"Vince?" He was woken from his train of babbling thoughts by a hand waving in front of his face.

Vince giggled slightly and batted Howard's hand away as he wandered off towards his favourite spot on the sofa and sprawled with the latest 'Cheekbone'.

Howard plodded over to the armchair in the corner, picked up a pen and his notebook and began writing with such a speed Vince looked up from his magazine.

"Found something to write about?"

"You could say that,"

"Can I see?"

"Nope,"

"Why?" Vince's voice took on a slightly whiny quality and Howard almost gave in when he looked at him, his hat had come off, his hair was slightly ruffled in it's usual style and his big baby blues were practically popping off his face.

"No,"

Vince deflated slightly, but kept pleading with Howard until, eventually he snapped

"Vince, I said no, now just drop it will you, you do my head in sometimes!"

He immediately regretted this, as Vince looked as if he was about to cry, his eyes filled with tears, and his lip began to wobble. Howard never really got to him that much before, so why did Vince feel like he'd been slapped?

Howard put his notebook and pen down, made his way over to the sofa and dropped down next to Vince. His arm seemed to hang over Vince's back before he seemed to make up his mind and patted it awkwardly