[Action Post] Of dolls and candy bar binges
You fucking moron!
Kai cut his eyes across the room to the closet, the doll stuffed away inside again piping up with its vulgar commentary. “Christ, I can't for the life of me think of what the hell is hitting the button,” He murmured to the man curled up against him with a small whine. “I thought we moved everything out? Ironing board, my suitcase, the wagon.. Maybe it's malfunctioning. Or maybe it's like Søren, and if it can't be heard out ever so often it just does whatever the fuck it wants to.”
A night alone with his boyfriend in a hotel room was a most favorable end to a few days of pure hell. The doll had been keeping him up at all hours with it's parroted phrases, and considering he really didn't need the added embarrassment of one of his roommates finding out about it and thinking he whacked off to his older brother--
Hotel it was.
Though 'alone in a hotel room' meant anything other than the vulgar, risque things it could imply. No, for the two of them it meant one thing only: rounding up all the quarters, kronor, and kroner the two of them had between them, raiding the vending machines on every floor of all the chocolate bars they had, doing the same with all the cold machines for their milk, and making a feast of candy and hot chocolate in the teeny tiny coffee pot that had come with the room. And in tonight's special presentation: terrible American television informercials.
“Maybe we can find a movie on or something..” Kai lamented as their third viewing of the 'swivel sweeper' and how it could tighten your abs, buttocks, and give you a great bikini body made its appearance on the television across the way. He pondered moving to grab the remote, but resigned that he was far more comfortable and warm remaining in his sugar coma state with Valdi on the couch, their only interruption the painful reminder of Danish cursing streaming occasionally from the closet.