The Mansion of Men

For research purposes

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing much."

"No, seriously, what are you doing?"

"Don't be weird. It's just for research purposes."

"You've never needed to research anything."

"I need raw inspiration."

"What the fuck?"

"Come on."

"No, really, Pol," Arm asked. "Why are you naked in my bed?"

Pol hesitated, biting his lips nervously. Because when he'd gotten this great idea, it had played out so very differently in his head.

"I'm sorry," Pol said, getting up and grabbing his underwear. "Please forget this ever happened."

"What's going on?"

"Forget it. It's weird. I won't do it again. It was just a stupid thing."

Arm put his bag down on his desk, watching Pol freak out as he got dressed.

"You wanted to research and you thought the best course of action was to get naked in my bed."

Pol turned his back to Arm, pulling on his shirt.

"It was stupid."

"Pol-"

"Please don't talk about it again."

As Pol walked by Arm to leave, Arm stopped him. Pol tried to shrug away but Arm held on.

"No, really, Pol. For once, just come out talk to me."

Pol tried to pull away again but Arm turned him around by the shoulder.

"What is this?" he asked, searching Pol's eyes for an answer. "You can't keep doing this."

"I didn't do anything."

"Are you serious?"

"Let me go."

"Fine," Arm said, taking his hands off Pol.

But Pol didn't move away.

"I thought you were leaving."

"I'm going to say something and I'm only going to say it once."

"What is it?"

Arm waited, wondering if this would be the moment where Pol was honest, for once. Instead of using his fucking website or Tankhun's TV shows, or birthday cakes. Maybe this time, Pol would come right out and just fucking say it.

"I..." Pol began.

"Yes?"

"I think you should wash your pillow cases more often."

As Arm's brain struggled to catch up with what the fuck Pol just said, Pol bolted from the room like the room was on fire.