Anti-OTP, ftw

[therainbowsheep]

If his dear Xathanael (or anyone else) is looking for one Consuelo Gutierrez Vincenzo Pendergast, he can be found on his stomach on a couch, one kitten (Phobos) asleep on his back and the other (Deimos) playing with the laces of his shoe. He is, therefore, incapable of motion unless someone manages to encourage him to go through with that most-

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[angeloffire_]

*may actually be attached to his headphones on an IV, so those are around his neck as he wanders up, grins at seeing him, and flops neatly next to him* Hi there.

[therainbowsheep]

Hi yourself. What're you up to?

[angeloffire_]

Wondering what you're up to, duh.

[therainbowsheep]

You're boring and isn't it obvious?

[angeloffire_]

*...pouts* I'm not boring. And it looks like you're being a pillow.

[therainbowsheep]

Don't do that. -- Yes, you are, and I'm also being used as a plaything-slash-scratching post.

[angeloffire_]

*insert one seriously devastating pout here* -- I'm not! Oh, that's cute. *^_____^*

[therainbowsheep]

Would you stop that? -- You should try it. It's great for ruining your trousers.

[angeloffire_]

*sticks out his tongue* No way. -- okay, what are we talking about anymore?

[therainbowsheep]

I hate and despise you. -- shitting your pants on your wedding night, of course.

[angeloffire_]

You do not. You think I'm awesome. -- okay, ew.

[therainbowsheep]

That's what I said. Only not.

[angeloffire_]

*sticks out his tongue again* It's what you meant, right?

[therainbowsheep]

What do you think?

[angeloffire_]

Not much. You? *grin*

[therainbowsheep]

I think I meant it.