Edgar and Todo!

Bored

"Ugghhhhh!!!" Todo sighed and turned to look at his boyfriend, who had decided to drape himself across the back of the couch, with his legs straight up, and the spiky tips of his multicolored hair barely brushing the floor. Todo rolled his eyes, and returned to reading his book. "What's wrong?" He asked, knowing the answer.
"I'm sooooooo bored!" Edgar groaned.
"You're always bored," stated Todo. "You don't always have to be entertained every second of your life, you know."
"That's what you think!" Edgar swung his legs into the air, and rolled backwards off the couch, before saying, "You're at least reading a book!"
"Well you could read one too," Todo pointed out.
"But I've read everything in the house at least twice!" Edgar whined. "I haven't read anything new in like ten years!"
"Then go to the library," Todo suggested.
Edgar sat up, easily sliding into the middle splits. Edgar was very flexible, and Todo was not, so of course Edgar took every opportunity to show off. "But it's Sundayyyyy," he whined. "The library's closed on Sundays."
"Well, that's your problem, not mine." Todo stated firmly. "If you're that bored, maybe you could make yourself useful and clean the house." Edgar stared at him, one eyebrow raised, until Todo relented and said, "Fine, don't do that. But at least get up and do something useful instead of moping around all day!"
"Fiiiiiiiinnee," Edgar groused, "I'll go do something." Then he rose gracefully from the floor and sashayed, 'that was really the only way to describe the way Edgar walked,' Todo thought, into their bedroom and flopped down on the bed.
Todo chuckled quietly before calling, "You know laying down doesn't technically qualify as doing something productive."
"That's what the government wants you to think!" Edgar shouted back.
"Also," Todo said, "that technically doesn't qualify as a proper answer."
Edgar said nothing in response, so Todo assumed that he was attempting to sneak up behind him, something Edgar had done on several occasions and startled Todo. "If you're trying to scare me again," Todo called, "It's not going to work. I'm far too alert for that." Again, there was no response. "Broadway is awful and theatre is pointless," Todo called again, trying to get a response from Edgar. His words were met with nothing but silence. "EDGAR!!?" Todo shouted, actually starting to get concerned for his boyfriend. 'Did he fall off the bed and hit his head?' Todo looked around, and then got up and walked into their bedroom to look for Edgar. He stepped into the room, and flicked the light switch. The room flooded with light, and Edgar jumped out from behind the bed and shouted, "BOO!!"
Todo screamed, and stumbled backwards into the doorframe. Once he recognized that it was in fact only his boyfriend and not some demon sent from the depths of hell to kill him, he glared at Edgar. "I freaking hate you."
"No you don't," said Edgar smirking. He leaned forward and kissed Todo on the cheek. Todo sighed,and then smiled up at his boyfriend.
"No I don't."