LAWLHIGUIZZ. Yeah. Sorry about leaving this for so long... I was distracted with other things. And I probably should be doing them now, but this came first!

This chapter is partially brought to you by my broken TV remote, my lack of anything edible and non-sentient in my fridge, and... uh, procrastination, really. Because I'd rather write this than read six chapters about schizophrenia. Or write Latin derivatives. Or do the electron diagram for sulfuric acid.

Allergy Information: The existence of creepy little monsters (CHEEZMUNSTER!) in refrigerators. FLYING PURPLE PEOPLE-EATER. (It will all make sense in time.)

Idea 14: Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."

"Hey, what's up?" Leon greeted, pressing a chaste kiss to Cloud's cheek. He'd been seemingly placated after winning their bet, and Cloud really couldn't complain seeing as the brunet hadn't made him do anything embarrassing… yet. So far, it'd been, "Cloud, wash the dishes," or, "Cloud, will you give me a back massage?" or the occasional, "Cloud, please just leave me alone."

Leon was a rather pleasant slave master, Cloud mused. Leon lie next to him on the bed, soft brown hair tickling Cloud's arm.

"Cloud, can you turn on the TV?"

"Yeah, sure." Cloud felt around for the remote, finding it hiding inside a cavern of sheets and blankets, and-- after having to beat the chipped (Leon was frustrated a week ago) remote to make it work-- turned on their television. He then placed the remote in Leon's waiting hand.

For a moment, they both stared at the TV in silence. And then…

"Cloud, why are the people green?"

"…I like it that way."

"Of course you do." Leon handed the remote back to Cloud. "Now change it back to normal," he ordered, getting up to forage for something edible in their nearly empty refrigerator.

"This is normal!" Cloud defended. "…for aliens," he added as an afterthought.

"I like to watch TV with normal, human colours," Leon fought back, shutting the door when he realized that anything in the fridge was quite possibly sentient. (Leon shuddered, as the thought reminded him of a horrible dream he'd had when he was little about a cheese monster: a jurassic, orange glob of goo that wanted to eat everyone in revenge for its family.) "Now change it back." Leon forced Cloud into a brief goodbye kiss. "I'm going for dinner."

Cloud pouted and mumbled something about stupid brunets, but went about setting the TV back to "normal, human colours." Or at least making a valiant attempt to restore the settings to normal. Wasn't there a "revert" button on the menu? It seemed there wasn't, Cloud noticed with a groan.

"Hey, Clo--" Zack paused in the doorway; Leon must have left their door open when he went to pick up food. "Why are the people purple?"

"I… like it this way?"