Looseleaf
CL. Dog
It was hard to tear his eyes away from the advertisement. The new Call of Duty...
Matt almost whimpered. Freaking whimpered.
"You know," he said, trying to sound peaceful, folding his arms behind his head and looking up at the ceiling. "I think I'm starting to accept the fact that I'm your dog." It was, of course, directed at Mello in hopes that the blond would be nice and buy him the game.
Mello was busy clicking away at something on his laptop. He looked up in mild interest upon hearing Matt's words. "Really?" he asked.
Matt nodded in reply. "Really," he confirmed.
Smirking, Mello abandoned his laptop and crawled up beside his boyfriend on the couch. "What makes you finally accept it?"
Matt blushed and tried to scoot away. "Well," he said, "I really like you. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth."
"Uh huh," Mello prompted, smiling widely.
"And you smell strongly like chocolate, so if I ever get lost, I'll just sniff my way back," Matt said, giggling at his own response.
"Is that really all?" Mello bit his lip in disappointment.
Matt didn't take notice, continuing on, "Your hair's really bright and yellow too, so I'll just look for that if sniffing doesn't work."
Mello stood up, pouting slightly. He'd been expecting a love confession, but no, his boyfriend just had to be the clueless git he usually was. Oh well; he wasn't going to buy him the game anyway. "Nice try," he said dryly. "Your plans to try and get me to get you that new game won't work." Matt's face fell. Mello suppressed a chuckle. "Besides, Matty," he said sweetly, "dogs are color blind."