Straight as a rainbow
LOLOLO, I'm so sorry, Daru.
‘Straight as a rainbow’. Obviously, that is an oxymoron. For one, rainbows are not straight-they are, in fact, curved. They curve a lot. Truth: they curve rather gayly, right to a supposed pot of gold. A pot of gold.
That aside.
Zelos burst through the doors at exactly 5:25 P.M, after a hard day at the Meltokio Stock Exchange. Holding his briefcase in one hand, he swooped over to Kratos (currently sitting in front of the fireplace with his reading glasses on, reading the newspaper) and kissed him on the cheek. “So the people at work think I’m gay.”
Kratos snorted his usual snort and turned to the next page, “But you are gay, dear.”
There was a gasp, and Zelos ended up dropping his briefcase on the floor when he took a step back. “No, that’s a lie, Kratos. I am not gay.”
“Clearly you are,” He began, staring blankly at the page, “If you weren’t, then you wouldn’t be taking it up the butt from me every night. ”
Zelos looked around and then leaned in, “‘Enjoy taking it up the ass’, Kratos, ass.”
“I apologize: ass. You wouldn’t enjoy taking it up the ass from me every night.” Kratos really hated his life.
That’s when the younger red-head gasped-he was really good at that-and threw his hands up in the air, “How could you even say that?! I’m straight!”
There was many things that Kratos wanted to do at that second. One, he wanted to throw the fake paper he was supposed to be reading into the fireplace. Punching Zelos in the face came next. Then hanging himself. Because the whole thing was absolutely ridiculous.
“Yes, you’re straight. As straight...as a rainbow.” Kratos made a face-that sounded stupid. “That’s it.” He quickly stood up, rolled the newspaper in his hand and whacked Zelos in the face with it.
“What was that for?!”
“This is pitiful. Honestly, I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Zelos gave him a semi-horrified, semi-sad expression, and Kratos instantly knew why. The idiot was good at coaxing people into doing things.
With his sexy stupid face.
Like this idiotic roleplay, for one. “SO MY CO-WORKERS THINK I’M GAY, RIGHT KURA? OKAY, I’M GOING TO BE ALL IN DENIAL AND THEN YOU SAY THIS: YOU’RE AS STRAIGHT AS A RAINBOW. AND WHEN YOU SAY THAT, MY CHARACTER WILL COME TO HIS SENSES AND THEN WE’LL HAVE SOME HAWT SEX, K?”
Yes, idiotic. Almost as idiotic as that one sing-a-long Zelos had forced him to do last week. Something with...small woodland creatures...he’d rather not think about it.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go hang myself now...” Kratos patted Zelos on the head and then walked away.
“You’re way ahead of yourself, Kura!” He ran after him, “See, my character is supposed to hang himself, after having sex with your character. AND THEN YOU COME AND SAVE ME.”
Kratos wasn’t listening anymore. Instead, he was already in the bathroom, rope in hand. The bright side to this, though, was that Lloyd-his son-was going to die after him. Not before him.
ONE DAY, DARU, I WILL WRITE SOME SRS ZK. I'M SRS
‘Straight as a rainbow’. Obviously, that is an oxymoron. For one, rainbows are not straight-they are, in fact, curved. They curve a lot. Truth: they curve rather gayly, right to a supposed pot of gold. A pot of gold.
That aside.
Zelos burst through the doors at exactly 5:25 P.M, after a hard day at the Meltokio Stock Exchange. Holding his briefcase in one hand, he swooped over to Kratos (currently sitting in front of the fireplace with his reading glasses on, reading the newspaper) and kissed him on the cheek. “So the people at work think I’m gay.”
Kratos snorted his usual snort and turned to the next page, “But you are gay, dear.”
There was a gasp, and Zelos ended up dropping his briefcase on the floor when he took a step back. “No, that’s a lie, Kratos. I am not gay.”
“Clearly you are,” He began, staring blankly at the page, “If you weren’t, then you wouldn’t be taking it up the butt from me every night. ”
Zelos looked around and then leaned in, “‘Enjoy taking it up the ass’, Kratos, ass.”
“I apologize: ass. You wouldn’t enjoy taking it up the ass from me every night.” Kratos really hated his life.
That’s when the younger red-head gasped-he was really good at that-and threw his hands up in the air, “How could you even say that?! I’m straight!”
There was many things that Kratos wanted to do at that second. One, he wanted to throw the fake paper he was supposed to be reading into the fireplace. Punching Zelos in the face came next. Then hanging himself. Because the whole thing was absolutely ridiculous.
“Yes, you’re straight. As straight...as a rainbow.” Kratos made a face-that sounded stupid. “That’s it.” He quickly stood up, rolled the newspaper in his hand and whacked Zelos in the face with it.
“What was that for?!”
“This is pitiful. Honestly, I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Zelos gave him a semi-horrified, semi-sad expression, and Kratos instantly knew why. The idiot was good at coaxing people into doing things.
With his sexy stupid face.
Like this idiotic roleplay, for one. “SO MY CO-WORKERS THINK I’M GAY, RIGHT KURA? OKAY, I’M GOING TO BE ALL IN DENIAL AND THEN YOU SAY THIS: YOU’RE AS STRAIGHT AS A RAINBOW. AND WHEN YOU SAY THAT, MY CHARACTER WILL COME TO HIS SENSES AND THEN WE’LL HAVE SOME HAWT SEX, K?”
Yes, idiotic. Almost as idiotic as that one sing-a-long Zelos had forced him to do last week. Something with...small woodland creatures...he’d rather not think about it.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go hang myself now...” Kratos patted Zelos on the head and then walked away.
“You’re way ahead of yourself, Kura!” He ran after him, “See, my character is supposed to hang himself, after having sex with your character. AND THEN YOU COME AND SAVE ME.”
Kratos wasn’t listening anymore. Instead, he was already in the bathroom, rope in hand. The bright side to this, though, was that Lloyd-his son-was going to die after him. Not before him.
ONE DAY, DARU, I WILL WRITE SOME SRS ZK. I'M SRS