(FLUFF, ANXIETY THINGS)
Tyler cleans a lot.
Aka I thought of a really cheesy storyline and the ending's kind of rushed because I started running out of ideas im sorry i hope you still like it?¿
(Anxious!Tyler and Just!Josh)
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When Tyler gets anxious, he starts to clean.
Which is probably a good thing, since his apartment is always a hellhole of a mess.
It's a bad thing, however, for his roommate, to come home to all his files arranged, sorted by colour, and stacked away in a cupboard that he never opens.
Right now, Tyler is finding a way to arrange all his mason jars according to the amount of objects they contain. All of his jars are filled with origami stars, which he insists on keeping, for they brought him good luck. This, unfortunately, means that he'll have to dump them all out on a table, and count them by hand.
When Joshua gets home to see the surface of his dining table completely covered with paper stars, like a littering of a pixelated rainbow, he only groans and dumps his bags down by the sofa, and the chinese takeout on the coffee table.
"What are you doing?"
"Cleanin'." the smaller boy quips, doe eyes narrowing slightly as he tries to not lose track of his counting. He does, unfortunately, but only decides to start over with a soft exhale that could be taken as a sigh, or merely a breath. His milk-chocolate irises return to have a staring contest with each fluorescent-coloured paper star he counts, standing up in his seat slightly to reach the ones at the far corners.
Josh only watches helplessly from where he's collapsed on the sofa, as Tyler quickly realizes 983 stars can't be divided by the three mason jars that he has, and switches to organising them by colour. Except that he has 12 colours of paper, which means that each jar would have 4 layers of colour, and now it's time for him to spend ten minutes deciding which arrangement would be the most aesthetically-pleasing.
"Come sit down. I've got food." The pink-haired boy calls exasperatedly, velvety lips parted lazily as he peers out from behind the sofa.
"Later." Tyler shoots back, starting to gather all the red-hued stars in his palm, before his fingers outstretch to see the little balls of paper trickle and fall into the glass jar with a soft plink.
"Come on, Ty."
"M'gotta finish this first." the brunet mumbles, a slight tremble quivering his hand as he tosses the remainder of the red stars into the bottle, before starting on the oranges.
He hears silence, and assumes that his roommate's started eating without him. But the shuffling off feet prove him wrong, as Josh stands up from the rickety-old couch with a sigh, and pads over to Tyler in his blue-and-black-striped socks.
His head pops out behind his shoulder, chin resting on the angles of his upper arm and startling the smaller boy. Tyler jumps, before his fingers tighten around the circumference of the mason jar in his clutch, and his doe eyes immediately start another intense staring contest, this time with the swirly, carved words on the glass.
