Kitchen Carnage

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(AN: Prompt found on Tumblr. Credit goes to brynnabeth. I ... couldn't think of a better title XD)

Evan sighed as he walked in through the front door of his tiny apartment. It had been a long day at work, which really wasn't work. The only struggle was having to leave his apartment, drive three miles up the road, and actually walk into his recording studio versus just walking three steps to his old office. He couldn't complain too much, though. His new studio had soundproof walls, padding everywhere, and made the acoustics in his videos amazing. Not to mention the almost perfect lighting the building seemed to have. 

Tossing his suitcase aside that had only a few folders and papers in it, Evan made his way through his living room, kicking random objects out of his path towards the kitchen. His mind was set on grabbing a soft, cold beer and sitting in front of the television watching funny cartoons. He hadn't made it quite to the fridge yet before his foot landed on something, causing the object to squish under his weight. Grimacing at the red splatter now on his (ex)clean white floor, Evan glared menacingly at the hallway to his left. 

In two seconds he was in front of a brown door, a laminated sign staring at his face with bold letters: "The Gaming Cave". There was only one person who could be behind the mess in his kitchen and that person just happened to be in this room playing video games. Opening the door, Evan crossed his arms and stared at his blue hoodie wearing boyfriend who was reclined on the couch, the red mess on his fingers. 

"Jonathan," Evan spoke, startling Delirious from his game. When Jonathan looked up at him, the curious look in his eyes turned to guilt for a split second before going to fake innocent. 

"Yes?" 

"I thought we talked about this." Evan held up his foot, showing the red splat marks on the bottom of his shoe. Delirious bit his lip, trying not to laugh but instead it came out a choked snort. He turned back to the television screen. 

"Hm. I remember you talked and I pretended to listen," Jonathan said, clicking the buttons of the controller furiously. 

Evan deadpanned. "Seriously? Jo, we have this discussion at least once a week!" 

Now Jonathan giggled, setting down the controller. "Oh come on! You know the heads are the best part! Everything else just tastes funny," he defended. "I don't really see what the problem is." 

Evan felt like a blood vessel was about to pop. "You don't see what the problem is? That room is a mess! There's carnage everywhere!" 

Jonathan lifted a questioning brow at Evan, standing up. "Carnage? Really? You're making it sound like there's a battlefield in there." He moved past Vanoss and towards the living room, bypassing the problem on purpose. 

"Stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen," Evan stated, moving to the hallway closet to grab his mop. 

"Hey, what happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen," Jonathan called out. Evan huffed, holding the mop dangerously in his hand as he walked up to Delirious. 

"And don't quote my apron at me!" 

Jonathan held his hands up in surrender. "Calm down, dude. They're just gummy bears," Jonathan giggled, looking over at the kitchen floor. There was a trail of their headless bodies leading from the cabinet where he had gotten the bag all the way to the edge of the kitchen floor where he had momentarily stopped eating them before going into the gaming room. 

"Yeah. Jelly filled," Evan mumbled, annoyed now. He wasn't really angry at Jonathan anymore, but now he was irritated he had to clean up the mess. 

Delirious chuckled, pulling Vanoss into a tight hug. "How about I clean it up and I promise I'll stop leaving headless victims on your kitchen floor?" 

Evan chewed his bottom lip in thought before hugging back, mumbling, "Only if I get the blue ones that are left once your done." 

"Deal." 



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