Anyone up for a gay oxo? (closed)

"Okay, great, yes, get out, I'm not done and I don't want you getting high. Go be ungrateful somewhere else." He huffed and continued painting. "Maybe I'll fucking return everything and make the place a fucking worse mess, how would you feel about that? Getting on my hands and knees and almost breaking my back moving this shit around," He mumbled to himself. He did all of this by himself so he could get it done and avoid extra costs.

Bryn gritted his teeth to stop from saying something dumb and decided to not be a dickhead for the first time in a while. "Sorry." It sounded fake, so he tried again. "Really, I'm sorry. Just… ask next time. I knew someone who would change my shit around without permission and it really fucked with me so I need to know. Or I feel all… jittery." An understatement, but Zack didn't need to know the extent of what Bryn was feeling.

"Sorry, god." He fell silent, his eyes half-closed again angrily as he continued on a layer of paint around the mirror. "Maybe go relax in your room, I didn't do anything there except laundry, that's not enough to set you off," He huffed quietly, glancing at him once with his angry grey eyes and painting over the wall.

"Can I watch? I swear I'll shut up, it just makes me feel better to know-" He cut himself off sharply because he was about to say 'It makes me feel better to know it's you' and that was definitely… wrong. Because Zack wasn't a comforting presence, not at all. "It's better if I can see it."

"Yeah, right." The Human was acting as if Zack just didn't have a brain. "Do you really think I'm going to fuck up this paint job now? I'd rather you go away so I don't change my mind and just ruin the bathroom again so you can shut up and I can get your money back."

"Sorry. Come and get me when you're done." Bryn slipped from the room with uncharacteristic quiet, words as soft as summer rain. He was too tired and confused to put up the usual barriers and it worried him that he wasn't really worried about it at all. Why was he so comfortable around Zack of all people!? It made no sense.

"Fine. Will do." He spent about another hour in the bathroom before he walked out with the pail of paint and the rollers and paintbrushes.
"Everything's done. You can go look around now, I'm gonna go put the laundry in the dryer." He walked out of his room and into the kitchen.

Bryn groaned, buried under every layer of bedding he could find. He was finally starting to drift off and Zack had to come barging in. It wasn't really his fault, but Bryn was still off-balance from their encounter earlier and he needed to prove that things were still antagonistic and nothing more. "I'm trying to sleep, you fucking monster! Shh!"

"Fuck off, seriously." He plopped clothes into the dryer, considering just walking out. A Contract hadn't been made yet, so he could easily bounce since all of this was spent under Bryn's name. Maybe he'd do that, it sounded like a better idea than getting snapped at by Mr. Hypocrite-My-Problems-Are-Worse-Than-Yours.

Bryn did just that, feeling suitably reminded that Zack didn't like him at all and was barely tolerating this relationship because Bryn had a decent apartment and didn't want to fuck him. It was nice to know where he stood. Nice enough that he didn't feel the need to snap back with something insincere. "Sorry! I'm just cranky because work sucked today. Um… thanks for doing the laundry."

“Yeah, I get it,” He called back, huffing and mocking him quietly to the wet clothes. He stood again and got started on some food, making an actual meal for them as he wriggled around in his new jeans and sweater.

"Y'know, contrary to popular belief I'm not completely incapable of being honest. I want you to know that I really am grateful for… all the shit you did." Bryn shifted around in the bed, punching his pillows into a more comfortable position. "Also these walls are really thin and I can hear you making fun of me."

Zack stuck his tongue out at the wall, not even sure if it led to his bedroom but didn't care. He sat against the counters and waited for the water to boil, tapping his feet into the quiet of the apartment. It was like being alone at a sleepover and getting hungry. If that Human's schedule was wake up, bitch, work, bitch, drink, sleep, he wouldn't be surprised.

Bryn tried to drift off to sleep, but after five minutes of tossing and turning as he tried to calm down, it was clear that was a lost cause. He meandered into the kitchen to see what Zack was making and then started searching through the cabinets for a bowl. "Where'd you put my dishes?"

Zack pointed to his working dishwasher. "I did the dishes because I fixed the dishwasher. And most of them were filthy, so you might not find any in the cabinets," He huffed softly, turning to add salt to the water as a distraction from talking to the Human.

"Jesus, what didn't you change," Bryn muttered to himself, shutting the cabinet harder than he meant to. God, he was acting like such a child. Zack was helping him. He should be happy. Not feeling like he was about to shake out of his skin. "Are you going to do anything else?"

"Well, no, not with that tone. I just replaced and cleaned everything that wasn't working." He crossed his arms angrily, his back still aching. Maybe he'd carry the fridge again and hope it snapped him in half this time. It'd put him out of his misery.

Bryn nodded and hopped up onto the counter, legs tapping idly against the wall. Zack seemed more annoyed with him than usual so he peered into the pot on the stove and tried to change the subject. "I didn't know you could cook. What are you making?"

"You don't know a lot of things," He growled faintly in response, pointing to the spaghetti noodles and sauce he got out. "Use your eyes asshat. Spaghetti." Unless that's too much of a difference for you or something.

"Shut up, I'm tired. I'm only half processing the world right now." He yawned theatrically, pulling his arms above his head to stretch. His shoulders were sore enough that it startled a low hiss out of him. "When are we gonna make the contract?"

"Never," Zack huffed softly, his arms crossed under him now as he huddled himself for warmth. He was still really cold now that he wasn't working anymore. He got lonely really fast, even if there was another person in the room.

"Fucking freeloader." Bryn didn't seem too annoyed by it. He slipped off the counter and brushed past Zack, returning a few seconds later with a sweater three sizes too big for either of them. He shoved it into Zack's hands. "I dunno if demons can catch colds, but the last thing I need to do is take off work to take care of you."

Zack's nose twitched a little with displeasure but he took the sweater and put it on anyway. He was already doubled up on flannels and wearing sweatpants but the sweater looked really warm. He huffed at him.
"Thanks. I don't get sick."

"Good," Bryn said sharply, plopping down on the counter again. He looked annoyed on the outside, but internally he was pleased. Zack didn't look like he was three seconds away from becoming a popsicle anymore, and that counted as a small victory. "You know you can always buy some thicker jackets. That's why I gave you money in the first place."

"I might later, when I get my own money." His bank account had been closed down after he got a lot of money from a Contract. It was supposed to open up again soon. He made money for each Human and it got sent up from his home. It was a pretty nice way of life, but when his account got shut down it sort of sucked a lot.

"I'm gonna make you pay for utilities if you start hanging around here full time," Bryn warned, masking his surprise. If Zack had his own money what the fuck was he doing using Bryn's? Or… would soon have, based on the wording. Maybe he was waiting for a job offer or something. "How are you gonna make money? It's kind of hard to believe anyone would willingly employ you."

"Fuck you," He just answered, not responding to anything else with more words. He did not seem to appreciate the Human's snark. Zack would be able to pedal laps around him with how much money he made off of basically smutting himself off to every Human, and he didn't really like talking about it. The good part of it was he always had work, no matter how much he disliked it.

Bryn didn't push, noticing the discomfort sprinkled through Zack's usual defensiveness. His job was put firmly on the 'do not snark about' list because Bryn loved pushing boundaries but he wasn't about to say something that Zack was actually defensive about. "Fuck you too, sunshine. How long until the spaghetti's ready?"

"The water's not even boiled yet," He answered, showing his teeth. "Stop asking me questions." He was tired of talking to the nark of this individual. He just wanted to warm up near the stove. It was warming up his shins but that was about it.

"Don't boss me around, asshole. It wouldn't kill you to say please every once in a while. Or to pretend like you don't hate me." He hopped off the counter, glaring at Zack as he breezed into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv.