Token walked down the long, empty corridors of his mansion, bouquet of roses in one hand, chocolate in the other. He paused outside their bedroom, pressing against the door to listen to the murmurs. "I love you so much," Clyde crooned. "But my husband must never know." His heart broke, crumbling to dust. "Shh," his brunette soothed. "He won't be home for a bit, let's forget him, all that matters is you and me tonight." There were muffled giggles, the sound of the bed shifting and Token narrowed his eyes, fury bubbling up in him. Stepping back, he kicked the door open.
"Clyde!" He snarled, ready to kick his boyfriend's ass and then rip the head off the unfortunate lover caught between them.
"Token!" Clyde screeched, sitting up and scrambling out of bed. Token eyed the scene and face palmed. Bags of Taco Bell littered the room, and, resting on the bed, was a platter of Mexican pizzas, burritos and, of course, tacos. His brunette shuffled slightly, hot sauce smeared over his lips. "Um, this is so totally what it looks like." Feeling ridiculous, he threw the box of chocolate at Clyde's head, dropping the flowers and crushing them underneath his boot.
"Dumb ass." Token grunted slightly before turning to leave the room, his angry footsteps echoing ominously. Clyde tilted his head, wiping the sauce off his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I love you!" He called after him, closing the door softy, whirling around to face the bed, a catlike grin playing at his lips. "Now," Clyde purred, crawling back on the bed on all fours. "Where were we?"