Phantom was saying something like he always was, always a fluid ball of motion, always waving his hands in animated gestures and flapping his mouth away while Freud worked. The truth was, Freud wasn't really listening.
Freud just sat at his desk working away, hands a constant conveyor of scribble scribble scribble, and let it flow into one ear and out the other. Every once in a while, he would catch a word or two.
"...Bae! oh, and did I tell you about the time I..."
Bay? Is he talking about Aqua Road? Freud just shook it off.
Unfortunately, he would be hearing a lot more of that word from then on.
"Freud, plea~ase?" Phantom whined loudly, tugging at the redhead's arm.
"Phantom, no," Freud rubbed at his forehead wearily.
"But I want you to come to the party I'm throwing! It'll be fun!"
"No."
"Freud," Phantom poked the scholar, "Bae."
Freud blinked, tipping his head to the side, "...What did you call me?"
"Bae!" The master thief grinned, "It's the new 'in' thing. Everybody's calling their boyfriends that."
"I... Nevermind, I don't even want to know."
"Bae—"
"I have a name," Freud explained patiently for the thousandth time, "Say it with me, F-R-E-"
"B-A-E!"
"...You're exiled to the couch until you relearn how to say my name."
Phantom suddenly had a devilish look on his face, "Oh, you can make me say your name, all right-"
"Couch. Now."