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“No.”
“I haven’t even said anything yet.”
“Absolutely not.” Hux folded his arms, the usual indicator for when he was being a stubborn bastard who wouldn't budge once his mind was made up. “Put it back.”
Kylo looked down at the fruit bowl in his hands. “But it looks so coo-”
“We are not having the centrepiece of our new dining room table, be a skull, Ren.”
“You’re no fun.” Kylo huffed and shoved the bowl onto the nearest shelf, partly because he couldn’t be bothered to walk back to where he’d picked it up from in the first place, but more so to watch Hux make that pissed off face he was making right now. It wasn’t even their apartment but seeing something put somewhere that clearly wasn’t its proper place made Hux’s skin crawl. One time Kylo had caught him folding shirts someone had dumped back on the display shelf in a clothing store because it annoyed him so much; some poor woman had mistaken him for an employee and couldn’t understand why he’d gotten so pissy with her when she asked if they stocked a pair of pants in her husband’s size.
“Just because it’s almost Halloween now, doesn’t mean it will be all year round.” Hux sneered at the all of the similar seasonal items on display in the store. All of it screamed Kylo’s moody emo aesthetic and as soon as he’d seen him move towards it, Hux knew he’d have a battle on his hands denying every single item Kylo so much as glanced at.
Kylo trailed along behind him, his bottom lip sticking out the entire time as Hux picked up sensibly shaped items like the lamp that didn’t have bats hanging from it and appropriately coloured towels in a deep burgundy instead of the garish bright orange ones with pumpkin faces printed all over them. Hux rolled his eyes; as much as he hated arguing back and forth with Kylo over the design choices in their new apartment, somehow his pouting silence was even worse.
Every time he held something up for Kylo’s approval he was met with an uncaring shrug or a half-hearted ‘yeah, whatever’. For crying out loud Kylo was agreeing with all of his choices without putting up a fight and it was pissing Hux off more than their previous fight over grey or cream couch cushions they'd had last week that had lasted nearly an twenty minutes.
“Fine.” Hux threw his hands up. “One thing. Just one. And it had at least better look well made. I will not tolerate something tacky looking, okay?”
Kylo’s face went from kicked puppy to delighted child in a candy store in record breaking speed. Hux absolutely did not find his stupid grin adorable whatsoever. Kylo made to run off, but stopped and turned back to peck Hux on the lips before wandering off to grab whatever monstrosity to decorate their house with. Hux prayed that he wouldn’t regret giving into him. Again.
Admittedly, he later thought as he sipped his glass of wine as they sat down to dinner, the skeletal candle holders adorning their dining room table did have a somewhat macabre charm to them. At least they weren’t made of plastic. And yes, he could concede that the black candles did pair rather nicely with them.
“You know what would look really great between these?” Kylo pointed at the space between the candle holders with his knife while his mouth was full of food.
“We are not getting the skull fuit bowl, Ren.”