+Lap Dance+

+"Gayer than Usual"+

"What would you think about getting your hair dyed?" Tord asked from the kitchen during the afternoon. He was currently getting a pizza from the oven with his way-too-purple oven-mitts.

"It depends on the color." Tom says, now entering the kitchen on account of smelling food, "Why'd you ask?"

"Because as your friend I value your opinion!" Tord smiles, setting the pizza on the stove, "Plus that weird black haired guy offered to dye either your hair or mine."

"That's nice of him." Tom takes a seat at the table, picking at the wood, "What color, um... What color would you think would look good for me?" The brunette murmurs, leaning on his Palm.

"Why are you asking me that, Thomas?" Tord asks softly as he searches his knife drawer for the pizza cutter.

"Because as your friend I value your opinion~" Tom does his best to impersonate Tord's thick accent.

"Alright, I do not sound that dorky." Tord laughs, turning his head to look at Tom, "But I think blue or violet would be nice... Blue looks good with dark hair and it's also your like, signature color."

"Alright... I'll ask Zach then!" Tom smiles, "Maybe just a streak of color? Or should it be the tips?"

"Hey hey, I didn't say you had to do it." Tord chuckles, setting two slices of the pepperoni pizza on each plate. He takes his seat and slides Tom his plate.

"But you said it would look nice and I want to look nice, so," Tom blows onto the hot food, "It's happening."

"Fine, a streak is better." Tord sighs, "But maybe some people don't think your hair looks nice, maybe it's just me.. What will you do then, Thomas?"

"Flip everyone off because I live with you so I see you the most." Tom smiles, "That means that I should look pleasing rather than something other." He bites into his pizza, "Plus, you cook for me.."

"True, true." The boy smiles, lifting his own slice, "But once when we were younger you told me you hated bath bombs and I went and bought almost one hundred of them."

"Yes, true, you also said I looked good in beanies so I never wore them again." Tom hums, swinging his feet under the table.

"You probably still look good in them." Tord wiggles his eyebrows jokingly. He licks some sauce from his lip, "Raw sauce, no ketchup."

"No memes at the table." Tom squeaks, holding back a chuckle, "But I'll call Zach later and either get him over here or we can go there."

"We?" Tord asks, "Did you assume I wanted to go?"

"Well..." Tom seems to falter, "Yeah.. Kinda.." He looks at the table, picking at the table again.

"I'm joking, I'll go." Tord began to nibble at the crust of the pizza, "Just be sure that your friend doesn't assault me in that weird onesie he was in."

"What weird onesie?" Tom perks up once more, tilting his head.

"Some shark costume, I don't know." Tord chuckles at the memory, "Oh, also tell him to turn his music down."

"You sound like an old man." Tom laughs, "I take that your first visit to Papa Zachy went well?"

"Did you just call him daddy? Wow Thomas, didn't know you were into that~" Tord smugly sips his glass of Dr. Pepper.

((Do you like Pepsi or Coke?))
((Dr. Pepper.))
((That wasn't the question, but okay.))

"Maybe I did, you don't know ya crusty old toad." Tom giggles, "Maybe I do like to call the guy at Waffle House dad because he feeds me when I'm sad."

"So... He feeds you all the time, 24/7?" Tord pops an ice cube into his mouth.

"Jeez, I know I'm fat but you don't have to point it out." Tom covers his stomach defensively.

Tord, in his moment of panic, accedantally chokes and swallows his ice cube. He coughs for a second before exclaiming, "N-No, I didn't mean it like that! You aren't fat, you look perfect!"

"Wow, moving fast are we?" Tom asks, "I was joking though, don't... Wait, did you just swallow an entire Fucking ice cube?" He squints.

"Yeah?" Tord blinks, "Sorry, did it gross you out?" He recoils his elbows from the table, holding his arms against his chest, "My mother always told me that being double jointed and being able to fit my fist in my mouth was weird, but I never listened!"

"No, no... Its fine, man." Tom fiddles with his earlobe, "I was just concerned you would choke and die."

"You, Thomas J. Rishwell, are concerned about my life!?" Tord asks, astonished, "I'm at a loss for words."

"If you died who would make me pizza this good?" Tom asks, finishing up his second slice.

"You only like me for my cooking? I should have known!" Tord sighs, "Nobody can love a hermit such as myself!"

"That's wrong!" Tom exclaimed, "I'm sure lots of people could love you! Better yet, who wouldn't love you!" He gestures up and down Tord's body, "You can make food, you like coffee, you're damn attractive with a cute accent and you like memes!"

"... Did you just call me attractive and cute?" Tord asks, leaning on his Palm, "Because my bed is big enough for-"

"I was looking from the perspective of another person!" Tom wails, standing suddenly. In the awkward silence that quickly followed he grabbed his plate and began to wash up, blush visible to Tord from the shade of his ears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, Tom..." Tord says, "You've known me for most of your life, you know I make dirty jokes all the time."

"Yeah, sorry for lashing out." Tom mumbles, focusing on the soapy water. Once finished he dries the plate, wipes his mouth and grabs his phone from the charger.

He begins to call Zach, tapping his foot on thw floor. He could feel Tord's eyes on his back.

"This better be fucking important, I was reading some smutty fanfics while Michael and Naym practice the worm and all three of us dudes hate to be interrupted." Zach yawns into the phone, "Also, I probably need sleep..."

"Uh, Zach, do you have any blue hair dye?" Tom asks, staring at the floor.

"Like, blue blue or just blue?" Zach asks, the faint sounds of two males screaming angrily in Spanish behind him.

"Baby blue, Zach." Tom rubs his neck subconsciously, "Can you dye my hair? I was thinking about coming over.."

"Honey, if you bring the fuck with horns in his hair it's a yes." Zach laughs, "We can have a gay old time," Suddenly he gasps, "We can have a homo-homie sleep over!" He screams, "Well, not Michael, he can cry and eat my Moon Pies, but you, Accent, Naym and I are all going to lick syrup off eachother in the room over."

"Um, maybe no, but I'll bring Tord." Tom says, "Oh, and quick reminder, I'm still not gay. Straight as a pole."

"Yeah, the one you dance on?" Zach laughs, "Sure, you're as straight as the pole I hit with my car last night." A high pitched scream blasts through the receiver, "Sorry, gotta go, tell the devil's bitch I said hi." And the call ended.

"Zach said hi." Tom turns around. Tord still stared, making the Brit a bit uncomfortable, "What..?"

Tord stood and walked a bit closer, eyeing a certain point of Tom's face. The shorter male shivered a bit.

The horned boy lightly licked his thumb and wiped something from Tom's cheek, "Just a mess." He licks the sauce off his finger.

"That's..." Tom blinks, unable to respond correctly, "Y-Y'know What, go put something on, we're going to Zach's to be gay!" He begins to speedwalk from the kitchen.

"Gayer than usual!" Tord laughs, getting a rag to clean the table down.

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*deep inhale*

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