Geoff was noodling on his guitar when he hears a loud shout from the kitchen. It's followed by, "Fight me you ceramic bitch!" This caused Geoff to rush to Awsten's aid and find out what happened.
Running into the kitchen, he saw what can only be described as inexplicably odd. Awsten had his hand stuck in a mug and was desperately dancing around to get it off. "What the hell happened?" Geoff exclaimed, holding Awsten still.
Awsten looked up at him with angry doe eyes and murmured, "I was curious! I wanted to see if I could fit it on my hand." He pouted and resumed trying to get it off.
"Awe, Honey... You're an idiot." Geoff laughed, getting butter from the fridge. He lathered his hands in it and pried the mug off of his hand.
"God damn." Awsten muttered as he rubbed his - now free - hand.
Geoff used shampoo in his shower today; it's Awsten's favourite time of the week. He normally uses conditioner because then his hair doesn't go so extremely poofy. Every time, Awsten fusses over it and plays with it.
Geoff and Awsten are sitting on the sofa. Geoff watching TV; Awsten had his concentration on playing with Geoff's hair. "Your hair is so fuckin' fluffy! God damn." Awsten laughed, making Geoff chuckle.
"Aws, you're gonna need a jacket. It's cold outside." Geoff insists, as he pulls on his own jacket. They're going on a walk around town and the weather has not been kind to them.
"No, " Awsten says defiantly. "I'll be fine; I'll prove you wrong." He declares, as he stands up from tying his shoelaces. He's only wearing a shirt and jeans. Geoff raises his hands in surrender, but as Awsten turns to walk out the door, he smirks.
Geoff follows him out and shuts the door. He immediately sees goosebumps appear on Awsten's skin. He sighs and takes off his jacket - he knew this would happen, so was wearing a jumper underneath.
Awsten takes the jacket and pulls it on. "God damn, you were right." Awsten mumbles.
Geoff is looking for his favourite shirt. Awsten walks in... "Is that my shirt?" Geoff inquires with a raised eyebrow. Awsten looks down at the shirt he was wearing.
"Do you mean our shirt?" Awsten giggles as he looks at Geoff with doe eyes. Geoff tuts and goes back to searching for a different shirt to wear. Awsten inhales the scent of Geoff on the shirt. "Ahh, it smells like you. God damn..."
Geoff sighs, "Aws, I gotta shower and be at a meeting in an hour." Awsten wouldn't get off of him.
"Noooooo!" Awsten whined. "I want you to stay and cuddle." Geoff looks down at him and Awsten pouts. Geoff tries to get out of bed again, only to be aggressively cuddled.
"Babe..." Geoff says in a warning tone. Awsten lets go.
"I'm sorry." Awsten says and Geoff kisses him. "God damn." Awsten sighs, as Geoff climbs out of bed.
They're having a picnic in a beautiful field surrounded by flowers. Geoff is about to feed Awsten a strawberry like cliche couples do, but before he can a bee buzzes over them. Awsten squeals and jumps up. Geoff laughs so hard he almost pissed himself. "God damn." Awsten swears.
Awsten and Geoff are sat on the sofa watching tv; Geoff playing with Awsten's hair. Earlier, Awsten guessed that the murderer would be the gardener. This was because he could have planted evidence. It's now revealed that it was the brother. "God damn." Awsten exclaims.
Geoff chuckles softly, "For someone religious, you sure do say God's name in damnation a lot. " Awsten looks up at him and realises... He does.
