"I don't find it funny as such. Just... I don't understand how you get so invested in these kinda things is all", Phil said apologetically.
Dan stared at him.
"Are they my Fucking boxers Phil?", Dan repeated. Phil stared blankly back at Dan. "So you insult my current interest? Well isn't that dandy . You say you don't understand why I am so emotionally invested? May I remind you Phil of your attatchment to Black Butler? Thats fine though. The thing that really bugs me Mr Lester is the fact that you have the ordasity to stare blankly at me when you know full well that you are wearing my undergarments, that is to say MY BOXERS under your figure hugging skinny jeans"
Phil's face turned from its usual shade of llama wool white to a deep shade of maroon. "I don't know what your talking about", Phil said whilst sitting up. Dan crouched, like a tiger ready to pounce. Phil bolted to the door, but Dan was quicker. "Trousers off now", Dan shouted.
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أدب الهواة27th January 2013 Phil opened the door of his and Dan's apartment at around 10pm to find a perplexed Dan sitting crossed legged and starring at a blank screen. Phil rolled his eyes and slumped onto the sofa. "They did it Phil" Dan murmured, "They k...
