YouTube

“Are you sure? I think it’d look good on you.”

"Why don't you get a tattoo?"

And there he just stared at YouTube with a malicious smile. “I’m thinking of putting a tattoo on you.”

"Absolutely not."

“Good. So you are not deaf.” Wifi smiled victoriously and kissed YT’s cheek.

“You say that again and you’re put to sleep once and for all. Do you hear me?”

"... Well, sounds good enough to me." And with that, he diligently went to sit on Wifi's lap.

“And you are a puppy. Now act like one and come sit on my lap.”

"... But I'm tired."

“It’s goodbye only when I say it is.”

"You're incorrigible."

“…No, it’s not.” Wifi scoffed and looked down at… YouTube’s crotch.

"You're rude, goodbye."

“…I’ll have you castrated if I found out you touched your own dick in my bed.”

"It's not that big of a deal."

“And what have you done to make you so tired?”

"Masturbating takes a lot of me, ya know."

“Did I stutter?”

"But I'm so tired."

“You’ve slept enough. Get up and greet me like a good puppy now.”

"But I'm tired."

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"Sleeping. Come back later."

bewaretheweirdside & doarolypoly met Mo.

Henrie was mildly curious at how touchy feely Theo was being. Normally he was more touchy feely in a sexual way, but right now it was more like Henrie just wanted to hug him a lot. Which was nice, though, because Theodore was usually really warm compared to Henrie. Plus, he smelled like cherries and cinnamon, which usually wouldn’t have been a very good combination, but Theo made that shit work.

Well, he was under the effect of a magic anon. Typically, that'd make it so Theodore wasn't okay, but Henrie was there, in his burrito. So, yeah. He tightened his arms around Henrie's waist and rolled over so that the other was on top of him. He was just really affectionate right now, okay.

So all Henrie had on was a grey and red striped hoodie, and some jeans. It wasn’t his best outfit. It was rather adorable, though. He seemed to be rockin’ the ‘I didn’t care when I got dressed’ look. His hoodie stretched past his knuckles, which by the way, were freezing. Not only did he have on this really thin hoodie, but he was carrying books and shit in 40 degree weather. That was way too low for him. It was actually kind of scary cold. They were numb now, though. So he didn’t mind much.

Theodore wrapped his arms around Henrie's waist, his face digging in to the other's side, breathing in the Henrie. Which smelled like... berries, to be honest. Freshly washed blueberries. And he knew for a fact that Henrie tasted like cotton candy. He liked berries. He liked cotton candy. He liked Henrie.

Blah blah blah, rest of the day, public transportation, home.

Theodore did have the most expensive car on the block, though. One of them, at least. It was beautiful and he loved it and just ugh. He could totally distract himself from what was going on just by thinking about his gorgeous car. It was a Porsche with a really, really long name, so he wasn't going to bother going through that right now. But it had a white exterior and a black interior, the hood of the car was red and retractable, and for some reason the inside always smelled like cherries. He didn't know why and he didn't question it. It was great.