Yay! A non-emo chapter for Fille! Enjoy, the return of the big-ass puzzle... I stole it from my mom XD
Obsessive Compulsive
Isa dumped the box out on the table.
"A puzzle? Really?" The blunette scowled at the redhead, putting the cover in plan sight for reference.
"Well excuse me, but I'm not the one who went running at the first drop of rain." Isa replied, separating the pieces.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this thing done." Lea laughed sarcastically, cracking his fingers pianist style. Picking up a random piece, Isa grabbed it out of his hand.
"You've got to start with the border." He sounded so matter-o-fact Lea didn't dare argue. But he did have one thought, and that was: OCD.
For some reason the idea of Isa being OCD fascinates me to no end, even if it is all in Lea's head. Nothing severe, but just... Really crotchedy when you try to ness with the way he does something. Which is why Lea's his BFF: he brings him out of his shell.