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Cecil and Carlos were in there kitchen, trying to negotiate with the insurance man. Normally, they would be in the man's office, but his building was under quarantine because of some virus that made people turn into small, magenta rodents. So, instead, they were sitting at the kitchen table in there small apartment, trying to get the company to cover surgery for Cecil. Carlos didn't have very good impressions of him- when he had walked in, he had greeted Cecil as "Ms. Palmer", even though Cecil present masculine and had had his pronoun legally changed. Carlos was irritated to no end when people saw his boyfriend as something he wasn't. Carlos was up making them snacks while Cecil and the insurance guy spoke. As he set the food down on the table, he heard the man say,
"Honestly, why do you think you're a man anyways? I mean, you were born a woman. Just be happy with who you are."
Carlos saw Cecil's face fall. Time seemed to move slower. He could hear his heart beat fast and he felt his face turning red. He grabbed the thing nearest to him- a wooden spoon- and brought it down over the man's head. Hard. Multiple times.
"CARLOS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" Cecil shouted, standing up, attempting to stop Carlos from attacking the man.
"NEVER DEGRADE CECIL'S MASCULINITY!!" Carlos shouted, as Cecil dragged him out if the room.