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Apollo stood in front of the mirror; his boyfriend's jacket looked good on him. He should steal it more. He turned around as he saw Clay walk up behind him. "Hey, Clay, you need something?"
He knew what Clay needed. He had to go to work. "'Pollo, I need my jacket."
Apollo let out a whine. "No, you don't; you can stay home."
Clay sighed. "No, I can't. Now," he kissed Apollo, distracting him. "I need to go." Clay had the jacket.
Apollo sighed. "I'll be there to pick you up. Okay, babe?"
Clay gave him a pair of finger guns. "Gotcha!" Apollo rolled his eyes. Clay was so weird sometimes.