Billy was rarely if ever troubled by a lack of space in which to do sit-ups. nor was he ever troubled by a lack of comfortable vantage points from which he could watch West do sit-ups (a pastime which he found far more engaging than doing the sit-ups himself). At the present moment, he was not watching West do sit-ups, but rather he was at his computer, reading a pdf which he'd recently rediscovered, while idly clicking through his long content starved downloads folder.
God Billy missed the internet. At the sound of his boyfriend's voice, Billy swung the computer chair around and glanced up at him. He wasn't worried by the ominous tone of the conversation starter, because as if West was ever going to do anything to seriously upset him.
He attempted to set Ripley down, but the ferret seemed to burrow into the crook of his arm determinedly, and so he allowed her to remain.
"I think we should move. To my cabin." He looked around. "I mean, yours is... nice enough, of course. It does the, ah, job. But mine's larger. It's an entire flat, as opposed to..." He cleared his throat, not quiiiite sure how to put "YOUR MUM'S BASEMENT" delicately.
Billy frowned. He didn't want to move, even if it was just a few cabins down and into a bigger living space, he was... kind of settled in his mom's basement. It was... homely.
Not that he thought that was a great opening argument to convince West to let them stay there, so instead he hearkened back to why they'd originally begun cohabiting, "I thought you didn't like your cabin?" And heaven forbid West be somewhere he didn't like.
He arched his brow, then seemed to consider for a moment. But then, no luck Billy, West shook his head. "It wasn't the cabin I didn't like; it was sleeping alone."
And he walked closer to Billy, rubbing the back of his boyfriend's neck in a soothing massage sort of way. Yes, West was playing that game. "And now that I'm not... I don't see why we shouldn't move to a larger space."
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God Billy missed the internet. At the sound of his boyfriend's voice, Billy swung the computer chair around and glanced up at him. He wasn't worried by the ominous tone of the conversation starter, because as if West was ever going to do anything to seriously upset him.
"Mmhmm? What's up?"
He asked amicably.
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"I think we should move. To my cabin." He looked around. "I mean, yours is... nice enough, of course. It does the, ah, job. But mine's larger. It's an entire flat, as opposed to..." He cleared his throat, not quiiiite sure how to put "YOUR MUM'S BASEMENT" delicately.
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Not that he thought that was a great opening argument to convince West to let them stay there, so instead he hearkened back to why they'd originally begun cohabiting, "I thought you didn't like your cabin?" And heaven forbid West be somewhere he didn't like.
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And he walked closer to Billy, rubbing the back of his boyfriend's neck in a soothing massage sort of way. Yes, West was playing that game. "And now that I'm not... I don't see why we shouldn't move to a larger space."
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