Dan POV:
"I'm hoOoOme!!" Kyle sings, flinging a heavily perfumed bag through the air as he shuffles down the hall.
"What did you waste money on this time?" I ask, closing the refrigerator door.
Kyle gently places a Lush bag on the counter. "Ta da!" Kyle begins jazz hands-ing, smiling widely.I skeptically tiptoe to the counter, where Kyle is pulling three small bags out of it. "Bought us bath bombs! Two each!"
"You know I hate smells, Ky," I protest.
"Lemme show you! These two are for you," he says, separating yellow small bags from blue small bags. He pulls a black one with an eye on it. "This one was called Dan's soul," he begins, handing it to me. I set it on the counter. "This one is Yellow Submarine because you're a low key Beatles nerd," Kyle announces, overly proud of himself.
"And what did you buy for yourself?" I ask, possibly scared.
"Glad you asked! This one," Kyle says, pulling out a pink and purple one with rose petals, "is called the sex bomb, which I picked for myself because I'm one sexy motherfucker." I snort. I wish I had his confidence and/or ability to pull off facial hair. "And I also got this one because I love glitter!" Kyle exclaims, revealing a sparkly rocket ship.
"You're an actual child," I point out blankly, "who is sexually active."
"Babe-" Kyle interrupts, raising his hand.
"Go use your sex bomb alone, you slut. I'll bring you a towel," I say, holding back a laugh.
