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Marvin’s day at work the next day wasn’t that bad. Though, that was probably because the thought of coming home to a movie date with Whizzer was the light of his rather dark day. He’d never admit it out loud, though. Whizzer didn’t need that added to his ego.
Marvin couldn’t be certain, but it felt as though his day today went by fairly quickly because, before he knew it, he was back at home, awaiting Whizzer’s arrival. He should probably do something to pass the time. But what could he do?
His eyes scanned the living room as he attempted to pinpoint an activity. He then realized that the room could use a little tidying up. Whizzer may have been over enough times to know that he wasn’t the most well put together God, but that didn’t mean he had an excuse to be a complete slob.
So now here he was, straightening up anything he deemed out of place, which seemed to be everything. He cleared off the coffee table, fluffed the pillows on the couch. Had he had time, he even would’ve vacuumed and dusted, but that seemed to be going a little too far.
Once the near vicinity was up to, what Marvin estimated to be, Whizzer’s standards, he broadened his scanning, eyes falling on the bookshelf. That bottle of love was still out on full display. Although, it wasn’t really in a place that suggested its great importance- not that Marvin thinks it deserves that, but it at least deserved to be a little more emphasized against the old, dusty books.
Marvin then began the process of reorganizing his bookshelf when he heard the knock on his door. Fuck, he wasn’t done with this yet. Now it was only half organized, which Whizzer would certainly notice if he looked at it for five seconds. He let out a sigh. Well, he couldn’t keep Whizzer waiting.
He did his best to make it look as if he hadn’t just been fiddling around with everything on the shelf before quickly making his way over to the door. “Coming!” he called as another set of knocks was heard.
He turned the handle and pulled the door open, a small smile on his face. “Sorry, I was… busy,” Marvin said, letting Whizzer step inside.
Whizzer gave Marvin a look, his eyebrow raised. “Well, that doesn’t sound at all suspicious. What were you doing? Planning a surprise for me?” he questioned, looking around to see if he could spot anything out of the ordinary. “Or… maybe you were masturbating,” he then added, looking over Marvin to look for anything out of place.
Marvin let out a huff and rolled his eyes. “Neither, actually, thank you. If I planned to surprise you, I’d do a much better job at hiding it,” he stated, heading back into the living room.
Whizzer followed, setting his bag down on the coffee table, his eyes still on Marvin. “And what about the second scenario I gave you?”
Marvin let out a sigh this time. “That one wouldn’t happen. Not when I knew a guest was coming over.”
“So what I’m hearing is that I should pop in unexpectedly a lot more to increase my chances of walking in on you?”
Marvin shook his head, sitting down on the couch. “Shut up. What movies did you bring?” he answered, changing the subject.
Whizzer hummed, reaching in his bag. “That wasn’t a no,” he pointed out as he pulled out a stack of movies.
“No, but it was a ‘shut up’.”
Whizzer chuckled, laying out the movies for Marvin to see. “I think you’ve known me long enough to know that that doesn’t happen. At least, no easily.”
Marvin huffed, sitting up on the couch. His eyes glanced over all the different movies.
“I wasn’t sure the kind of movies you would like, so I have a range of them from old classics, to bad movies no one’s ever heard of. Rom-com to horror to sci-fi. Anything jump out at you?”
Marvin seemed to be staring at one of the cases. “What the fuck is ‘Thankskilling’?” he asked, looking up at Whizzer.
Whizzer couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s this really shitty movie set during Thanksgiving time and it’s just a turkey going around and killing everyone. It is hilariously bad.”
Marvin furrowed his brow. “How do humans even come up with that.”
Whizzer shrugged. “Beats me, but it’s fucking gold in a shitty way.”
Marvin hummed, looking back down at the movies. His eyes stopped on another one. “Star Wars?”
“That one’s a popular movie among humans. It’s not my favourite, but I can see the appeal. A far away galaxy. Space stuff. It’s cool.”
Another hum left Marvin, turning his attention to yet another movie. “The Cure For Wellness,” he read out loud.
“Oh. That one is kinda fucked up. A dude goes to this… like, resort place to get a guy who works at his company, only to get stuck at the resort and shit goes down. It’s like a horror movie… more a psychological thriller more than anything.”
Marvin was quiet after that explanation, eyes still scanning, and Whizzer still watching the god’s face. “What about Love, Simon?”
Whizzer smiled. “Oh I love that one. About a closeted gay guy in highschool who meets this other closeted gay guy via email and they just bond and shit and it’s cute. I really like it.”
Marvin’s eyes stayed on that movie. “Let’s watch it,” he said, looking up at Whizzer.
Whizzer nodded, rather excitedly. “Yeah, of course. Great pick,” he said, grabbing the movie and heading to the television.
Marvin watched as Whizzer fiddled with his television. He couldn’t be sure when the last time the thing had been turned on. He wasn’t even sure why he had even bothered to keep it, but it seemed to be useful for right now.
Whizzer let out a satisfied hum once the movie started playing. He stood up and walked over to the lightswitch, turning it off for a more movie theatre feel. He then made his way to the couch, sitting a little stiff beside Marvin. He left a little space between them, unsure of how close Marvin was comfortable with him being.
Marvin turned his head to look at Whizzer, having let his arm rest behind Whizzer on the couch. “You’d think being here for so long, you’d be fine to, y’know, sit comfortably on the couch,” he pointed out, teasing slightly.
Whizzer huffed softly. “I am comfortable,” he said softly.
“I think you’d be more comfortable leaning against me.”
Marvin had made quite the statement, but Whizzer knew that it was an accurate one. So, slowly, he relaxed on the couch, leaning against Marvin. A small smile forming on his face. Marvin was right, he was more comfortable.
A soft chuckle escaped Marvin. “Now was that so hard?” he asked.
Whizzer nodded. “Oh, it was so difficult. I’m surprised I even managed to do it. Now shh. This is also gonna be a hard task: no talking during the movie.”
Marvin let out a little hum. “Now, I think I can handle that, can you?”
Whizzer huffed. “Yes. Now shut up.”