Do you even own a broom? (Char)

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The Garnett boys shared apartment could at times be considered a zone of multiple hazards. Dishes towered tediously in and around their sink, and they didn't stop when they ran out of dishes, then they simply went and bought paper plates and cups that accumulated in stacks around the residence as well. Laundry went untouched for weeks or even closer to months if they were feeling exceptionally lazy.

Jason, at least, didn't allow the mess to touch his room, Grayson's room, however, could almost be considered the epicenter of the mess and they used it to gauge when exactly it was time to attempt to clean up. They'd reached that point a week ago, and held off until the weekend when they had more time to devote to the endeavor.

They weren't very good at cleaning however and so when they deemed it done it was probably better considered a normal person's messy. Most of the dishes were done, clothes were washed but still in baskets, and the trash had been taken out. But it was good enough for the two of them and Jason took it as a sign he could leave and see his girlfriend, leaving Grayson to laze around on the couch and flip through the channels on their shared TV.

Wasn't there supposed to be something happening when he cleaned? Oh, yeah! That kid said he would come over when he did. Grayson opened up his contact information with a grin, he'd rather abused having his number and sent Charlie plenty of pictures of unicorns, drunken texts, and even a few pictures of a certain fire Pokemon that he was reminded of when he saw the name 'Char' on his phone.
'my place is totes clean now. u should come over and praise me ; )'

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Ironically, Charlie was actually going through his weekend cleaning when Grayson texted him. Most of his roommates were gone during this time, so he liked to take the opportunity to clean up after any messes they had left during the week without them there. They usually didn’t seem to mind. So with face mask and rubber gloves on, he was tackling as much of it as he could get done before he started on his homework.

He hadn’t realized that Grayson would take advantage of having the dancer’s number, but Char figured he should have known what to expect. Usually he didn’t mind the messages too much – in fact, they could be pretty amusing, even if he replied otherwise – but sometimes they were so vulgar or crude that they nearly made him toss his phone across the room (and he had thrown it to the end of his bed once in his horror at a particular image…). But he hated to admit that it was kind of… Flattering?... to get so much attention from a guy. Even if all that guy wanted was to get him in bed…

He stopped what he was doing and pulled off one of his rubber gloves when his phone chimed, and, as he’d expected, saw the text from Gray. Char smirked and rolled his eyes as he read it, and took a moment to reply.

We’ll see if it deserves praising when I get there. Be there in like an hour.

He didn’t want to seem to eager, after all, and he wanted to finish this chore first. When he was, he took a quick shower, changed into new clothes, and headed out, but not without packing a duffle bag full of cleaning supplies to bring with him… Just in case. He headed out and soon enough was knocking on Grayson’s door, peeking past the older boy into his apartment when the door opened. Charlie wrinkled his nose. “…. I have a feeling I’m going to have a lot of work to do despite what you said,” he grunted as a greeting. He plopped his duffel bag on the floor once he stepped inside and let out a sigh. “… I don’t think I even want to know what your bathroom looks like.”

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In Gray's /humble/ opinion Charlie should be incredibly flattered that he was so interested in him. He didn't take an interest in many people at all, and so the sheer rarity of the situation should have been impressive enough.... and also he was great to look at. He could see how it might be annoying (of course, it was that's why he did it) to receive so many taunting texts from him-- and on one drunken occasion a private picture or rather a picture of privates-- so he was a little surprised when he actually received a fairly quick reply from the teen

Grayson looked around his apartment before replying.
i think it looks fine

That was most definitely not gonna be good enough for Char, but hell it got him over there. He napped on the couch while he waited for him to arrive, he never slept well at night so it was pretty common for him to sleep sometimes during the day, but he woke easily to the expected knock at his door.

Grayson jumped up off the couch with a yawn, scratching his stomach through his shirt as he opened the door. He was sure the boy would comment on the fact that he was still dressed in his Pokemon emblazoned pajama pants but honestly he didn't care. He didn't have work today and he had cleaned (some) so he deserved to do whatever the fuck he wanted. Though he would have done exactly that no matter what.

"It's not /that/ bad," he whined, closing the door after Charlie once he came in, "better than it was at least. I even took out the garbage." Grayon sniffed exaggeratedly in offense at his comment, ".... I wiped out the sink." It was a rather weak defense, and it was obvious he knew that from the tone of his voice. "I'm afraid to ask," but he pointed to the bag anyway, "what's in there?"

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Charlie, on the other hand, assumed that Grayson became interested in new people on a regular basis, and thought that he was likely just a temporary trend to entertain the guy until he found someone else to torment and taunt and attempt to seduce (probably with more luck). It was one of the reasons why the dancer wasn’t allowing himself to get any more involved that pure… friendship? That word didn’t feel right. Mothering was more like it. It was hard to do that, though, when all he got was lewd pictures and suggestive emoticons. That was why he was coming over, he told himself.

Charlie scoffed at the response, typing out a reply when he got the chance.
Your standards are much lower than most.

When he got there, Charlie did notice Grayson’s choice of attire, and rose an eyebrow in curiosity. “Your seduction techniques are getting a little odd,” he commented with a slightly playful smile. “Just because you look like you just got out of bed won’t get me in it.” Oh he was so funny. Char, on the other hand, was dressed in comfy, practical sweats and a loose sweater, things he wouldn’t mind getting wet and/or possibly (probably) dirty. It was barely a step up from pajamas, really.

Charlie sneered in disagreement when the older boy tried to defend himself. “It’s barely any better than when I brought your drunk butt home a couple weeks ago,” he retorted. As for the garbage… “Did you take it out five minutes ago? Because it still smells funky in here.” Char ignored the comment about the sink and began rummaging around in his bag, pulling out one of his face masks in preparation for whatever horror he might find while looking around the place. “Cleaning supplies,” he replied simply, snapping a pair of rubber gloves over his hands. “I’m glad I brought them with me, it’s obvious I’m going to need to use them.” And with that, Charlie would help himself to examining the apartment, grimacing at anything particularly nasty and sighing frequently. By the time he was done, he was shaking his head in hopeless disappointment. “I should have come over earlier, this is going to take all day,” he sighed. Where to even begin…. “Might as well tackle your bathroom first, that’s definitely the worst.”

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When his attire was called into question Grayson looked down, having forgotten exactly what he was wearing. Once he was reminded he jutted his hip out, pulling at the stretchy fabric with a teasing look. "You like it, don't lie. I look good, huh?" He made a kissing noise at him for emphasis, and then lifted his leg up, finger pointing to the printed Charmander on his clothing. "It doesn't matter," his voice had dropped down to a purposefully creepy whisper, "I'm already inside you."

Once the first creepy comment of the day was done and over with he moved further into the apartment, narrating the layout of the residence with the same fake exuberance a real estate agent might have. "This is the living room, free of all plates and food items," he was proud of that, that much was obvious. "And that," he pointed exaggeratedly to his left, "Is the kitchen. And so what if it was five minutes ago it's out isn't it."

Honestly, with all the food Grayson had burned during his stay here the funky smell was a permanent staple.

"Oh christ," he said and failed to hold in his snicker as the teen donned his mask and gloves, "You aren't serious... oh god you are." Grayson covered his mouth as more giggles rose out of him. "It's really good I don't find this whole insulting my home thing offensive or we might have to declare this friendship over." Grayson stepped on the back of Char's shoes as he followed him to the bathroom to show the comments wouldn't go entirely unpunished.

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Charlie contemplated Grayson’s attire. “Well, I half expected you to be naked when I got here, so it’s definitely a level up from that,” he replied with a small grin. He pretended to ignore the kiss sent his way and tried not to blush as he remembered that he’d already seen part of Gray’s… nakedness…. On his phone. Which had very quickly been deleted. His expression turned horrified as the older boy’s creepiness level intensified explosively. “You are the most perverted person I have ever met,” he scowled, turning his eyes away from the now tainted, previously innocent-seeming pajama bottoms. “I don’t want to know the weird shit you imagine about me when you’re wearing those.”

He let Grayson lead the way through his apartment, not daring to touch anything with his bare hands. “When was the last time you vacuumed?” he asked, not impressed by a lack of dishes or food. That was how a living room should be at a bare minimum. “If it wasn’t so cold outside, I would open all the windows up to get some fresh air in here…” Charlie sighed. He would just have to do with spraying disinfectant and his apple-cinnamon room fragrance everywhere.

“I’m never not serious when it comes to cleaning,” he replied, snapping the rubber around his wrist. Grayson could laugh all he wanted, but this place was going to be sparkling and beautiful when he was done with it. “You should be thankful that I’m doing this work for you for free,” he quipped back. “I should be making you pay me hourly fees.” His stomach twinged in a funny way at the word ‘friendship’, but he decided to ignore it, as he seemed to do with a lot of things involving the perv. “Hey!” he complained, nearly tripping face-first into the bathroom. “Some thanks…” Charlie grumbled to himself as he dumped his supplies and started getting to work scrubbing out the film-lined shower. “There are extra gloves and masks in my bag,” he said over his shoulder as he worked. “I’m not going to do this by myself.” At least Gray would be given a generous view of Charlie bent over as he scrubbed.

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Grayson posed, arms wide, as Charlie examined his outfit, an eyebrow raised in question,"These pants are stretchy," he reached to push the band down slightly, "I could easily change that." However, he didn't make good on that threat and simply snapped the band back in place on his hips. He didn't remember the exact details of the picture on Charlie's mind other than him being incredibly wasted and laughing about it when he saw what he'd done in the morning. He'd thought it was a rather flattering picture.

"You haven't met very many people then," he said, patting his hands on his stomach as he leaned against his couch. "At least, I keep my hands to myself for the most part." Though when he did touch the teen it was more to piss him off than to perv on him. "Not much," he said with a bored shrug, "Even my kinks have boundaries. Not many, but they do exist."

He looked back at the teen with a slightly apologetic, but not really, look, "I don't even own a vacuum." Grayson wasn't sure which windows Char planned on opening because there weren't many in the apartment and they didn't even open all the way, but he could let the boy dream.

"I'm learning that," though there was no way that even Charlie couldn't admit that the mask was a bit much. He had thought that was like a TV show dramatization or something. "Do I have to get gloves?" He asked sullenly, ignoring the teen's grumbles, "I don't really care about getting shit on my hands." Though he would prefer to not be doing this at all if he had a choice. He did allow himself to tilt his head and whistle slightly, a grin on his face as he did, when Charlie bent over. "Okay, I'm happier now. What do you want me to do?"

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Charlie’s eyes widened and he quickly darted his gaze away from the older boy’s lowered pants, cheeks flushing even more from thinking he caught a tiny glimpse of something he didn’t want to. “N-n-no thank you,” he stammered, cursing himself for the stutter. “I’m perfectly fine with us just like this.” Fully clothed and covered. Please. Even if that one image couldn’t get out of where it had seared itself in his mind, at least he could avoid having something new in there too.

“I guess I just usually keep better company,” he retorted. “I know plenty of people, thank you very much.” He sent a scowl Grayson’s way, though he was finding that most of his sour expressions felt almost a little forced, just being used to hide his amusement at the ridiculous guy. The corner of his mouth twitched. “Yeah, and you better keep them that way,” he warned uselessly. “Or else I’ll… Never let you see me in heels in person ever.” There was a serious threat. Gray could keep his grubby hands off of Char’s freshly showered and clothed body.

His lips parted slightly as Grayson admitted to his lacking a crucial household appliance, and he groaned, looking helplessly at his duffle bag. “My vacuum never would have fit…” Charlie sighed. Maybe he could go around and ask one of Gray’s neighbors to borrow one…. Either that, or,”You need to buy a vacuum. Even just a cheap little one.” Who knew how much dust and dirt had accumulated on the floor…. It made Charlie shudder to think about, and he kept his shoes on.

The mask definitely wasn’t too much, especially learning about the lack of vacuuming going on. They could be stirring up all sorts of things into the air. “Yes,” he replied shortly to Gray’s question, scrubbing furiously at the corner of the shower. “They will help protect them against chemicals in the cleaners, too.” Charlie was oblivious to the view he was giving the older boy until Grayson spoke up, and he turned around to see the guy staring at him very obviously. The dancer scowled and kicked his foot back against the boy’s shin (but not too hard). “Get a paper towel and spray some of that on it,” he instructed, pointing to a bottle of cleaner he’d brought in. “And start mopping down the floor.” He doubted Grayson would agree to cleaning out the toilet, so Charlie figured he would be stuck doing that unpleasant job… “…. It’s a good thing Charmander is a cute Pokemon, otherwise I might be offended at that nickname,” he mumbled after some time. What was this, trying to make casual conversation?

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It was very likely that Charlie had indeed caught a glance of a bit more than he had wanted, his pants were already hanging low on his hips and well frankly, Gray lacked any semblance of shame and would have dropped his pants right there if he wasn't fairly sure Charlie would have kicked him in the junk. His tongue poked between his lips at his stammer, "Aw come on, live a little."

Grayson rather liked the displeased expressions that Char sent his way, after all he was starting to notice they weren't entirely truthful, and plus he was a fan of expression based humor himself so he could send equally as ugly looks his way. "Or no company whatsoever," he taunted with a curl of his lip. At Charlie's threat he gasped loudly, and fakely, stopping his movement through the house to stare at his younger friend with an open mouther glare, "No."

Well, he didn't see why it was such a big deal to have a vacuum... if he needed one he could just borrow one... and he didn't really see himself needing one. Though the carpet of his living room begged to differ on that stance."Why?" he whined, "There's this chick next door who said I can use hers," mostly because she hadn't quite figured out that Grayson was totally gay, but he was the type to use that to his advantage.

Grayson groaned again, this time much louder, head falling back as he practically stomped his way over to the bag and pulled a mask and pair of gloves on, "Don't you have some in pink?" He pouted snapping the yellow rubber over his hands. He easily side stepped the kick with a snicker, "What? I gave you a good view didn't I?" A reference to 'the picture' that had unkowingly been on Char's mind since he arrived.

He lowered himself to the ground and did as Charlie instructed but not without a fair share of complaints. "This is stupid, we should just make out. That's way more fun." Gray scrubbed the paper towel over the floor, failing to switch for new sheets when the one he was using quickly filled with dirt. When Char spoke up he looked over his shoulder at him, grin hidden behind his mask. "Yeah well you're cute and fiery like him so I thought it fit," it was only a bonus that the names had lined up like they had, "and what Pokemon isn't cute?"

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Charlie scoffed. “I happen to have a lot of friends, because despite being a severe germaphobe, I’m a very friendly and outgoing person,” he replied, pretending to flip some fake hair over his shoulder dramatically. “It’s just you that is bringing out my sour nature.” He offered a small smirk to soften that comment, and cackled at Gray’s ‘horror’ of possibly never seeing him in heels. “At least that’s some incentive,” he quipped. “Maybe even if you’re especially good, I might wear them over next time.” Wait, next time? When had he agreed to a next time?? Stupid stupid stupid…

He did perk up at the mention of Gray having a neighbor whose vacuum they could borrow. “Really?” he asked, an eager tone to his voice. “I’ll have to go and ask her to borrow it after we’re done cleaning the bathroom. At least someone in this vicinity has some common sense of what household appliances to have.” Charlie stuck his tongue out a little, playfully, at the older boy.

He laughed a little and looked over his shoulder when Gray complained about the color. “They had them at the store, but they cost extra,” he replied. “You look fine in yellow.” Just fine. Charlie could have done without the mention of that infamous picture, though, and his cheeks flushed in pink again as Grayson hinted about it. “I never asked for that picture,” he snapped back, scrubbing the wall furiously. “I nearly broke my phone when I threw it away screaming. I would have made you buy me a new one.” Because obviously it would have been Gray’s fault for sending such a horrifying image in the first place!

He went back to work again, keeping his gaze pointedly off of the other boy. At least his blush was hidden under the mask. “It might be for you,” Char replied with a huff. “But I am having loads of fun, which I doubt I would have if I was sharing germs with you.” No, the idea of kissing the vulgar older boy was not at all appealing. Even if he was attractive. Charlie was almost finished with his scrubbing job in the shower (and it was looking much much better) when he spoke up again, and he couldn’t help but chuckle a little at Gray’s response. “I honestly don’t know much about Pokemon, so I wouldn’t be able to compare you to any,” he replied, sounding surprisingly civil. He finished what he was doing and went to rinse off his brush in the sink, and noticed how dirty the older boy’s paper towel was. “You need to throw that one away and get a new one,” he informed him with a roll of his eyes. “You’re just spreading the dirt around like that.” He thought a moment, then asked,”Are there any dirty, gray Pokemon? Because that would be you.” His eyes crinkled with mirth.

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"Friendly," Grayson repeated teasingly, eyebrow raising as if to question the validity of the statement. It wasn't that he didn't think Charlie was a perfectly friendly kind of guy, but he hadn't really seen but a few glimpses of that personality trait. Mostly what he noticed of Charlie was that he was a cute guy with a snarky mouth and a problem with germs, it was enough to keep him interested though and that was what mattered (to him).

"Oh," he started with a smirk, "So what you're saying that I bring out something different in you, huh?" Even without the suggestive tone of his word the suggestion was there on his face, and he chuckled before leaning back and out of the way in case Charlie tried to hit him or something. "See, even to non-perverts that would sound sexual." No guy promised to wear heels over just to hang out, it definitely came across as something crude. "But you were saying you would be coming over again?"

Grayson shrugged, amused by how happy the male sounded about the prospect of borrowing a vacuum, "Yeah... Just pretend we're friends or something. She only lets me borrow it because she thinks I'm cute and doesn't know I'm into guys." And he really didn't want that resource closing up on him.

"I look fine in everything," he snorted, " I just like pink better." Gray's grin broadened at the pretty flush of pink in Charlie's face, "Yeah, I was too drunk to remember I sent it until I opened up my texts the next day. I thought it was pretty flattering." He shrugged as he said the last part, ignoring the statement about his phone, after all, he thought he looked great clothed and naked.

Grayson groaned again, huffing in an almost exact mimic of Charlie's, "I'd make sure you had fun too." As serious and confident as he was about that statement it was only a half-hearted attempt to get him to agree. "Ah..." he did manage to sound a little embarrassed (or as close to embarrassed as Gray could get), "I know a lot." Grayson made a face -invisible under his mask- and tossed the paper towel to the side and got another, "Cleaning is way too much work," he whined, they were barely twenty minutes in and he was already a little fed up. "Why don't you get down here and help me if you are so unhappy with my work?" He was baiting him obviously.

"Ah, well..." He thought through what Charlie might agree represented him, "There is Trubbish which is actually a bag of garbage." Gray was sure the clean freak would get a kick out of being able to liken him to animated trash. He sat up on his knees and rolled his eyes over to Char with a disgusted sigh, "Is this all you do clean and dance. You're way too cute to be this boring."

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Charlie responded to Gray’s question without looking over to see the expression on his face. “Yeah, I guess so,” he replied with a sigh. “Something bad and gross and crude, like you.” And yet still Char had agreed to come over… What was wrong with him? And even more wrong was that he was already anticipating on coming over again?? “It’s not sexual to me, I wear them sometimes just when I feel like it,” he huffed, although his cheeks definitely felt warm. “And… Maybe, I mean, I wouldn’t want you to end up suffocating in the stench of your uncleaned apartment, I guess.” Sure, that was the only reason…

He rose an eyebrow at the boy’s explanation. “I see,” he replied, sounding amused. “And here I thought you would like telling people that we’re totally hooking up.” Not that Char would appreciate him telling anyone such a huge lie.

He had to laugh at the guy, though. Gray was so ridiculous. “Can you get any more gay?” he asked, still with a hint of amusement in his voice. “And ‘flattering’ is not the term I would use. More like scarring and horrific and something that will forever be painfully seared into my head.” Although that last one would probably make the older boy happy, knowing him. “Am I the only person you bother when you’re drunk? Surely you have someone else to send those sorts of pictures to that would enjoy them…”

Somehow, amazingly, Charlie didn’t believe that he would enjoy kissing such a vile person no matter how good or ‘fun’ it was. “I think I’ll pass for now, thanks,” he said, sarcasm heavy in his voice. Because he would always pass no matter how many times Gray asked, he was determined. It… Was a little cute to see him talk about something kind of nerdy and quirky, though. “Yeah?” he replied, showing more interest than he had with the sexual conversations. “Maybe I’ll have to check it out.” For curiosity’s sake, nothing more. As for cleaning… “It wouldn’t be so much work if you didn’t wait so long to do it,” Char chided. “I’m going to clean out your toilet, that’s why. I’m giving you the easy jobs.” No way was he going to get on the floor with Grayson, who knew what he would do to take advantage of him once he was down?

He unhappily started on that dirty job, figuring it was best to get it done and over with as quickly as possible. “A bag of garbage?” he repeated with a laugh. “That sounds perfect. I’ll have to look it up.” At least this conversation was a little more pleasant… until Grayson had to go and ruin it. “I do other things!” he insisted. “I go to parties sometimes. And I can be a huge flirt when I’m not talking to someone that can be compared to a garbage Pokemon.” Char shot the boy a teasing glance. “I mean, it seems like all you do is work in a crappy convenience store and make crude, poorly aimed jokes, so…”

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Grayson snickered, he'd always liked hanging around people who were funny, the ones who could give him hell. It was why he liked Charlie really (on top of having a great ass and a nice face despite the other's denial of it), had he not liked that aspect of him he wouldn't give him nearly as much time as he did.

It helped that he also wanted to sleep with him.

"All three of those are great adjectives for me... but you left out handsome." He stuck his tongue out at the younger male, he was well aware of the shitty state of his personality, but he liked himself more for it honestly. "So... there's absolutely nothing sexual about it?" His eyebrow rose to accompany his disbelieving look, "Not even in an 'I feel sexy' kind of way?"

Yet another snort of laughter left him as he rolled his eyes, "Sure, that's the reason. Because you've shown so much concern for me so far." Actually, absolutely none, not since the night they met, and he wasn't really looking for it. He hated when people chased after him and babied him, he didn't like the idea of being 'looked after' so it was good that Char remained so distant.

"I don't like lying," he felt like he'd said this before... he probably had, it wasn't a fact he kept hidden. It was absolutely true, he hated catching people in lies or even spouting falsehoods himself, it was stupid. He didn't have anything to hide after all. Well....not anything he wasn't also hiding from himself.

"Sure," he said with a tilt of his head, snapping the gloves around his hands, "I could wear heels for fun." It was a jab at Charlie obviously, made completely obvious by his tone and the way he smirked at the other boy, but it was meant to be playful so if Charlie got offended...well, he didn't care honestly. "Painful!" He cried in mock astonishment, "I thought it was a rather good picture, lighting and angles yadda yadda y'know." Grayson listed off the qualities that were absolutely not present in the photo with a dismissive flick of his hand.

"I have plenty of people to send them to, but most people have already seen it a dozen times. And plus I'm rather focused on you at the moment," he spoke bluntly, he'd never been unclear about his intentions to Charlie and he didn't plan on starting now. "For now," he repeated that part of his retort for emphasis, blasting him with a finger gun and a wink.

"I can send you a pic of him or something later if you want," Grayson offered before whining loudly and letting his lower lip droop into a pout. "And I clean when it gets dirty," he argues, though it was fruitless because even he knew he let it get way too dirty before he tried to clean. "A flirt? Where was that when we met," he teased, "You didn't flirt with me at all!" And Gray found himself to be very flirtable. "It's a cute garbage Pokemon!" he joked back with a grin, before shrugging.
"Yeah, add Pokemon and Game of Thrones and that's me in a nutshell. I make up for my lack of interesting qualities with charm and good looks."

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Charlie rolled his eyes, growing exasperated by Grayson’s seemingly endless vanity. “I like the adjectives that I used better,” he shot back, unwilling to admit that the boy was, yes, quite attractive. “Well, I do feel more confident and sexy, but that is entirely for my own benefit and not yours or anyone else’s,” he replied, only slightly lying – he did like getting compliments about how good his legs looked in heels.

“Right, right,” Charlie replied to Gray’s comment about lying. He waved a hand. “Just don’t be upset that I don’t believe that yet.” The older boy definitely still seemed very untrustworthy, so Char would continue to believe that until proven otherwise (which would take a long time).

Charlie’s nose continued to crinkle in disgust as Gray tried to convince him what a ‘great’ picture that had been. “It looked like you just pointed down and snapped blindly,” he said dully, unamused. “It wasn’t even centered.” Er… not that he had looked at it long enough to really notice how it had been positioned… “Oh, great, don’t I feel special,” he groaned, scrubbing at the toilet with increased ferocity. “Just seeing it once was more than enough for me, so don’t even think about sending more.” Char ignored the wink and finger gun, already knowing that he was definitely just a temporary blip on Grayson’s perverted radar, and that was one of many reasons why he wasn’t going to allow himself to get involved with the gross person.

He grunted and gave a short nod of agreement when Gray offered to send a picture of this ‘trubbish’ pokemon. “I highly doubt that,” Char snorted. “Have you ever even scrubbed your toilet once? It’s disgusting.” At least he was almost done. “I started flirting with you until I realized how gross and perverted you were, and then I just offered to take your drunk ass home. You probably don’t remember it.” At least, that was how he remembered it. “And now, well, your flirting privileges are denied until you at least stop being such a slob.” Wait, had he just made it sound like he might actually return some flirtations someday? Whoops…

“Ah… So you’re very well-rounded,” he replied sarcastically, finishing up with the toilet and looking around with mild contentment. “It looks a lot better in here, I might actually be able to use it now.” Now they just had the rest of the apartment to go… “Should I even dare to look in your kitchen?” he asked, wrinkling his nose as he imagined how awful it probably was.