Word of the Day: kvetch – to complain regularly
"I don't like it. It needs to be moved over there." Wolfram spoke up from the corner of the room as he directed two guards on where the new bed for the royal bed chambers was to go.
Yuuri sighed. "You complain too much! Just pick a place and let it sit there!" The frustration was clearly evident on the young king's face.
Wolfram swung his head around and glared at Yuuri. "Oh trust me. You haven't seen me kvetch yet. And I doubt that you want to."
Yuuri sweat dropped and sighed once more. "Of course, dear."
Wolfram's smug grin greeted him before he went back to ordering the guards.
"Why did we even need a new bed?" Yuuri spoke up after a few moments.
Wolfram's brow furrowed in annoyance as he once more turned to Yuuri. "Because you decided that it would be a great idea to sleep with a dagger in bed because you were going through that 'paranoid' stage of yours."
Yuuri flushed dark red. "Well…" He paused. "That wasn't my fault…"
Wolfram raised an eyebrow. "You lashed out and attacked because you thought that the bedpost's shadow was an enemy that had snuck into the palace. How is that not your fault?"
Yuuri pouted. "I was only doing it to protect you…"
Wolfram sighed. "That's what we have guards for…"
The blond stepped a little closer to Yuuri and wrapped his arms around the king's waist and then whispered in the black haired man's ear. "But I do appreciate the effort."
Yuuri thought that he would faint.