"What. Is. That." "I, uh. I call him Greg." || OxO || Closed

"Oh yes, because you basically living at my house and therefore asking you to pick up some of the slack around here is just tragic, isn't it?" Carson raised an eyebrow at Arlen, sarcastic dripping from his tone. "Just because I call you sunshine doesn't mean you are physically sunshine. You are a person. And people have to do chores in order to not fall into complete chaos, ya dork." He laughed with a roll of his eyes.

Arlen had to admit that he had a point there. As much as he wanted to keep up the facade of being upset about doing chores, Carson's laughter was ridiculously contagious, and soon Arlen was laughing along as well. "For the record, I do my fair share of chores back at my place everyday too. Probably more than my fair share, actually." He was still grinning, taking away any bite that the playful argument might have had.

"Well if I practically lived at your house, I'd do some of the chores too. But I don't. So that's a you problem. Plus, you manage to break something nine out of ten times you use it. I'm a writer not a mechanic, there's only so much YouTube can teach a person on how to fix a washing machine." He flicked Arlen's forehead with a knowing smile. "If you keep asking me to fix things, I'm going to start charging you. I think you just like watching me slowly lose my mind trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing."

(I've been meaning to ask this, are you okay with swearing? I've been avoiding it because I wasn't sure but I figured I'd ask before I start doing it)

(absolutely! swear to your heart's content :D)

(Okay cool! Because I naturally swear like a sailor but I know some people aren't okay with that and I just wanted to be sure)

(i appreciate the caution lol)

(Right! Story! That was a thing we were doing)

(lmao-)

"Well if I practically lived at your house, I'd do some of the chores too. But I don't. So that's a you problem. Plus, you manage to break something nine out of ten times you use it. I'm a writer not a mechanic, there's only so much YouTube can teach a person on how to fix a washing machine." He flicked Arlen's forehead with a knowing smile. "If you keep asking me to fix things, I'm going to start charging you. I think you just like watching me slowly lose my mind trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing."

(Just gonna…leave this here)

Arlen leaned forward slightly with a chuckle, cocking his head to the side and looking away as if he was daydreaming. "I mean, I do, but not in that context." He threw a wink at Carson, grinning mischievously and nudging him with his foot.

Jay laughed and elbowed Arlen with a roll of his eyes. "Bad Arlen, leave the horny thoughts for after we get back from seeing your parents. Or keep them. And then I'll have a way to prove to them that I'm serious about you." He winked at his boyfriend with a sly smile.

"Yeaaaah, as much as I want to show you off to my parents, I don't think that's the way to do it," he responded with a laugh. "But again, they aren't going to be here until tomorrow afternoon so I can think whatever I want until then." He shifted his weight a bit, tugging Carson closer by his waist with a grin and stealing a quick kiss.

"You're too much, Arlen." He laughed, stroking his boyfriend's cheek softly. Well, until he heard the distinct clunking sounds of something breaking in the background and shot Arlen a deadpan stare. "Did you break my washer? Again? Because if you did, I'm going to strangle you."

Arlen's eyes went wide and he glanced toward the hallway. "I didn't! I did it exactly how I was supposed to!" He held up his hands in a mock surrender pose. "It's probably fine, maybe it was a belt or something I forgot to take out of a pair of pants. Or a button on jeans." He was really hoping that the washer wasn't broken- he didn't even know how he could've messed it up, it wasn't a difficult task at all.

"I swear, if you broke it and I have to fix it for the fourth time, I'm going to throw something. And it's going to be you out of this house." He sighed heavily and pushed off the counter, heading down the hall to see what was going on with his washing machine, praying to any god he could think of that he wouldn't have to fix it or, even worse, replace it.

Arlen silently cursed the washing machine for ruining the cute moment they were having, but reluctantly followed Carson down the hall. "I'm like 95% sure that it's fine, babe." There was no way he could've broken it again, right? He wasn't even sure how he broke it the first few times, but it couldn't have been his fault.

"That's not 100% and that's the problem, Arlen." He retorted, heading into the laundry room to figure out what the problem was. He turned off the washer and opened the top, groaning in exasperation as he rested his head on the edge of it. "For fucks sake. Why me. What did I do to deserve this." He lifted his head and reached inside, moving the main piece and listening to it clunk around. "Broken. Again. Why am I not surprised." He pulled out the hairtie keeping his bun in place, letting his hair come down so he could fix it before getting to work.

Arlen stared down at the broken washer for a moment. It was just a washing machine, it wasn't the end of the world. It wasn't even his fault that it had broken. Right? Had he messed up again? Sure he'd loaded it quickly, but he was careful too. Was it his fault? Guilt washed over him immediately. He masked it well, thankfully. "How bad is it?" He asked softly. "I-I'm really sorry. How can I help? I'll pay for anything broken, or-or I'll fix it myself this time."

"No, Arlen, it's fine. Nothing I can't do on my own." He shot his boyfriend a soft smile, coming over to kiss his cheek. "I think it's just this thing getting old and sick of being repaired rather than anything you actually did. Don't feel bad, I know how you get about stuff like this." He stroked Arlen's cheek to try and calm him down. "If you really want to, you can help me fix it. Just like you always have."

"Mm. If you say so." He weakly accepted Carson's reassurances, to this day still amazed that he could see through him so effortlessly. He gazed at his boyfriend for a moment, in awe that he'd managed to land even a date with the angel in front of him. "I'd like to help if there's anything I can do," he offered softly.

"Well first things first, do you think you could braid my hair? I'm starting to get a headache from having it up for so long." He chuckled shyly, combing his fingers through his hair. "After that we can get to work on this old thing."

Arlen nodded eagerly. "Yeahyeahyeah, of course!" He had learned how to braid hair forever ago from his mother, though it had been a while since he'd done it on human hair- it'd mostly been animal hair, horse manes, or something of the like. He (very carefully) hopped up and sat on the dryer, motioning for Carson to turn around so he could get started.

"Y'know, it really isn't fair that you get to sit on the dryer when you're three inches taller than me." Carson huffed but turned and leaned against it to let Arlen reach his hair.

"I need to reach your hair somehow, and three inches isn't enough of a height difference for me to be able to do that comfortably." He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of Carson's head before beginning to gently braid his hair, nimble fingers making quick work of the task.

Carson scrolled through one of his many YouTube playlists, this one dedicated to fix it videos he'd found to fix the various things that broke around the house. "This is actually pretty relaxing. I keep forgetting how comfortable it is to have someone else comb through my hair."

"Well, I guess I'll have to do it more often then." He, personally, hoped that Carson would continue to grow his hair out. Not only did it look spectacular but it would also be fun to play around with, braiding it and such. "How do you have so many playlists? What are they all for?" Arlen mused, peering over his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Excuse you, they all have very specific purposes. This one happens to be for fixing whatever shit we somehow manage to break in this house. I'm trying to find the one for the washer, I know it's around here somewhere…" He chewed on his lip as he searched, a bad habit from his childhood he'd never managed to break.

Reading over a few of the other playlists within eyeshot, he chuckled. "I'm sure they do." As infatuated as he was with his boyfriend, it was no wonder that he noticed the small habit. Taking the strawberry blonde hair into a single hand and shifting it to one side (carefully, so as not to disturb the in-progress braid), Arlen reached forward with his other hand and gently tilted Carson's jaw toward him before leaning forward and kissing him softly.

Carson was a little surprised when his face was suddenly moved and kissed but he certainly didn't argue with it. He just melted into it, leaning back more into Arlen's touch.
What I wouldn't give to stay like this all the time… He couldn't help but smile as the thought drifted into his mind.