035. Sixth Sense.

This was it. Life or death.

Hayner approached the lightly snoring Seifer, who was currently sleeping on his couch. The reason Seifer was on his couch was also the reason he held a large bucket of cold, non-toxic blue paint in his hands. That was, Seifer and Hayner had come out to their friends the day before and Seifer had embarrassed the Hell out of him. Every sentence had at least one innuendo in it. Seriously. Hayner slowly approached the back of the couch stealthily, only taking a second to admire his boyfriend's slumbering form. He raised his arms and began to tip the bucket-

"Do and die, lamer."

Hayner jumped a foot in the air, screeching in a very feminine way, dropping the bucket of paint all over himself.

It was then, of course, when Seifer decided to actually wake up.

Hayner hated that guy's creepy sixth sense.