Allan was hunched over the kitchen table, poking his fork around his plate of fresh greens absentmindedly. What another lovely, boring day. The only good thing about it so far was that he was by himself, not being prodded by someone annoying. Maybe later he should go on a walk...the question was whether he should bring his bat or not.
Cupcakes and Lead {p}
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On the other hand a overly happy man was working in his kitchen, humming an allusive tune to himself while frosting bright red cupcakes. You wouldnt guess him to be anything but an innocent little baker with his bright pink sweater vest and off-white pants and that on-the-verge-of-creepy smile that was always planted on his face. But most people, namely ones in his so called family, knew that Oliver was more than he appeared. Though while he was happily baking he got sort of bored and lonely, with a small frown that wasnt there for more than a few seconds, he decided on bugging his favorite person later on.
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Finishing his meal the brash boy paced over to the sink, feeling the need to beat someone at the sound of that damned fairy man. Don't say anything, don't say anything, Allan quickly grabbed a sponge and began to scrub his plate, feeling his merely unamused expression turn into a scowl.
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Bright baby blue eyes caught sight of the much darker man and he smiled widen, if that was even possible, then said, "Oh Alfie! We should do something today!" His sweet, sugar coated voice sounded happy almost enough to cover the icey side to it. Oliver walked over to his side and leaned over the counter like a high school girl who was trying to flirt. "Maybe we could get Matt and Francois to come over like old times!"
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Shit, he smacked the plate into the drying rack and attempted to walk away, though deep inside he knew it wasn't possible to escape once the fairy wanted something. "I don't feel like it. And I fucking hate those douche-bags, why would I want them in my house?" Allan meant to come off gruffly but ended up sounding like a whiny boy who hasn't gone through puberty yet. "No."
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Oliver's smile never wavered as he said, "Alfie, please do not swear or bad things will happen," Then the pale, slightly pink haired man grabbed the other hand and gave a small girlish pout, "Can we at least do something besides sit around here? Its not healthy just sitting and watching TV"
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Allan has always hated Oliver's smile. Because half the time it's genuine, and half the time not so much. And in his opinion he was obviously too stupid to tell which it was. Well I was gonna go for a walk anyway...but he didn't want to give in so easily to the pale man's wishes for some reason. "I am perfectly healthy sitting here all day and watching T.V. Because I don't eat cupcakes all fuc-" he paused, not wanting a "special" cupcake stuffed in his face for that, "The whole day."
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"Neither do I," said Oliver, knowing very well that Allan would give in at some point. The pale man knew how to get the taller, tanned guy to do what he wanted since if he was upset by any means then there would be hell to pay for Allan. "Pretty please Alfie!" Resorting to batting his blue eyes at him, "We can do what you want,"
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