Looseleaf
CLVII. Giving Thanks
"This year, I am very thankful for chocolate not going extinct," Mello said solemnly over a plate of fried chicken(courtesy of a nearby Wegman's).
"Chocolate is not an animal," Matt retorted, "nor is it a living thing in general."
"Shut up. This was your idea, so I get to say whatever I want." Mello re-situated himself in his seat, re-folding his hands. "I'm also thankful for my puppy."
Matt racked at his brain, trying to remember any memories of a puppy. "I don't think we ever had a pet," he said distantly. "Wait...Mello!" he snapped. "You don't happen to be talking about-"
"And I'm also thankful that the puppy can hack," Mello said in an innocent voice, eyes still closed and hands still folded. "And that he can give great-"
"Mello!" Matt cried, turning pink in the cheeks. "I am, in no means, not a furry...thing that likes to unleash urine upon poor fire hydrants."
Mello opened his eyes, something like pleasure visible in his blue orbs.
"No," Matt said firmly before he could suggest anything. "No."
Mello only shot him a faux innocent look, getting up to 'close the curtains.' He paused at the window. "Hey Matty," he cooed, "there's a fire hydrant across the road..."
No Matt was severely humiliated, killed, harmed mentally and physically, put through exertious torture, nor forced to wear a puppy suit...nor any other article of clothing at all.
But seriously, no Matt was harmed. ^ ^