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"Oh dear God Bobby, you cannot be serious. " He pinched the bridge of his nose.
" I just wanted some ice cream with my boyfriend. Is that so wrong." He asked in exaggeration.
" When you have lactose intolerance, YES IT IS!" Christian threw his hands in the air with a scowl on his face.
Bobby had asked Christian to spend his lunch break togheter as a nice little romantic treat, of course for dessert Bobby wanted ice cream. Despise most if his family and friends insisting he was too old to still want "dessert."
Now he was in he and Christian's appartement toilet, holding on for dear life as his body reacted to the lactose he consciously consumed.
"Mmh." Bobby muttered in response.
He spent the next hour on the toilet, making all sorts of of disgusting sounds and producing a rather upsetting smell, so much so that Christian had to open all the windows and spray a good bit of febrèze around their apartments.
"I'm sorry babe!" Bobby cried from behind the 1st floor bathroom.
His tone was one of a joke but Christian knew that he genuinely felt guilty.
He sighed and crossed his arms, leaning over the bathroom door.
"It's alright darling. I'm not that mad."
He made sure to let his voice show he was teasing.
Another hour passed by and Bobby finally opened the door. His head hanged low.
Christian was busy trying to not let the appartemnent smell rancid for the rest of the night, adding candles and incense wherever he could. He turned around when he heard the door opening.
"Oh Bobby, darling ! Are you feeling better ?" He hugged Bobby and gave him a peck on the forehead.
"Yeah." Bobby muttered.
"Look I'm really sorry about earlier."
He twiddle his thumbs and averted his gaze.
" I didn't meant to ruin the date." He added, louder this time.
" It's alright. Like I said earlier, I'm not too angry." Christian emphasized that last part by leaving another kiss on his forehead.
" Thanks." Bobby said reassured.
"BUT." Christian added before he could say anything else and pointed his finger in Bobby's face.
" Never ever do this again." His icy blue eyes stared dagger into Bobby's.
"Seriously, the appartemnent smells like Brussels sprout."
He glanced at the open bathroom door next to them.
"And I don't even want to think about the mess in there." He physically shuddered at the tought.
"Yeah, this ain't gonna be fun to clean " Bobby admitted.
"Oh you bet your sweet ass it's not." Christian turned around and went to grab something in the bottom drawer of the bathroom, then handed Bobby a pair of gloves and a mask as well as a small sponge.
"There you go darling." He added with a terrifyingly insincere smile on his face.
Bobby just stared at him in confusion and a bit of fear.
"Wait, you want me to...
-Oh yes I do. Come on darling, you're the one who made the mess." His smile dropped and he stared dagger into Bobby's soul. He's seen that same smile on Emma's face.
" Ugh...yeah, okay. That's fair." He said dejected.
Bobby walked toward the toilet way more slowly than it was needed and opened the door as if it might explode. It did, kinda.
The smell coming from that toilet was one of pure hell.
"Oh dear, I sure am glad I'm not the one cleaning this." Christian said in a nasely tone with his finger pinching his nose.
Bobby turned around, mask now on his face, with a expression that screamed 'I am not amused'.
Christian simply smiled through his hand and waved for him to keep going.
Bobby did as he was told, understanding this was the consequence of his upstanding dump decision earlier that day.
" You said you weren't mad?" Bobby yelled as he reopened the toilet lid.
" Uh-uh, darling." Christian waved his finger left to right towards Bobby as he was sitting on the couch.
"I said, not THAT mad."