~ Day 2: Tuesday ~
Eiri leaned back in his desk chair and let out a relieved sigh. He had finally finished a chapter for his new novel. Shuichi and Rui were nowhere to be seen, so he assumed they were sleeping.
After one day, he had found out that the puppy could be quite useful sometimes, because when Shuichi was busy shopping things for Rui and taking care of him, he thankfully didn't have time for his lover. Eiri smiled when he thought about it.
He rose up from the chair and walked over to the bathroom. Taking out his toothbrush, he put a click of toothpaste on it and started brushing his teeth.
"That's odd," he thought, stopping the motion. "It tastes sort of.. gross."
He pulled the toothbrush out and went into the bedroom, where he found his pink-haired lover sleeping next to Rui. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw the dog sleeping in his spot, but he decided to overlook it.. for now.
"Shuichi," he called.
No reaction.
"Shuichi!" he called louder.
Said boy stirred in bed and opened his eyes slowly.
"Mommy?" he mumbled sleepily.
"You didn't use my toothbrush again, did you?" Eiri asked wearily.
"Wha..? No, I didn't.. Why?"
"Then, why does it taste strange?"
"I..," Shuichi paused to hastily sit up straight, a panicked expression covering his features.
Eiri watched him in suspicion.
"What did he do this time..?" he wondered anxiously.
"Umm..," Shuichi gulped and avoided the novelist's gaze. "I was about to brush my teeth, but then I heard Rui whimpering in the kitchen, so I went to check on him. He was hungry, so I fed him, but then I dropped the toothbrush.. in Rui's bowl.. and.. I didn't notice before then that it was.. your toothbrush.. But I did wash it off!" he explained with growing fear, all the while refusing to meet his lover's eyes.
There was a few minutes of silence in the room. The only sound that could be heard was a discreet snoozing, coming from the dog. Eiri kept counting to ten in his head to prevent himself from strangling the pink-haired idiot lover of his. He took a deep, shaky breath before speaking.
"And you didn't tell me this before now, because..?" he questioned behind gritted teeth.
"Uh.. I.. forgot..?" Shuichi said in a pathetically weak tone, seemingly finding his own clasped hands very interesting.
Eiri's eyebrow twitched dangerously.
"You know what this means, right?" he asked, staring directly at the uncomfortable boy.
"I'm.. No, we're sleeping on the couch," Shuichi responded doubtlessly, glancing sadly at the sleeping form next to him.
"Yes, now get out. I don't want to see that pest in my bed ever again. Understood?"
"Hai..," the singer confirmed weakly as he picked the clueless dog up in his arms and left the bedroom, looking extremely unhappy.
The novelist did not feel sorry for him in the least. Even as he got changed into pyjamas and went to bed, he was still trying his best to calm down. It wasn't that he was particularly upset with his lover anymore. He had gotten over that, but what made him angry now was the fact that he was beginning to see what dogs found so appealing about dog food. Maybe some of Tohma's insanity was rubbing off on him.