The two headed man frowned as he slumped into his seat. A blank computer screen of blue relayed back to him, soon popping up with updates. He groaned, resting his human forehead on the desk.
There was a sudden knock on the door, “Chase?” His lover and familiar, Bing mcalled out, soon opening the door to peak in and saw Chase brooding on the desk, “hey, Chase, dinners ready” he said with a soft smile
Chase’s reply was a incoherent mumble but repeated himself, “not hungry…”
“Chase come on, do I have to carry you again?” Bing asked, leaning against the door Fran with his arms crossed. He watched Chase sit upright, swivelling to face the man at the door,
“Not hungry, just go have dinner without me” The two headed man waved Bing off, but the other didn't go away.
Bing stood in front of Chase and with a scoop, Chase rested in Bing’s arms bridal style. “come on, you haven't eaten anything all day, at least have dinner.” A small smile grew on Bing’s face to see that Chase didn't fight back, only grumbling something under his breath as his dog face buried into Bing’s shoulder.
He walked to the kitchen before being interrupted by a smirking Anti, “S͝o͟, ̶ẁh̴a͟t͡ does͝ m͠r ̸Ì'͘m̛-nòt̶-go̡in͡g͞-̛t̷o-́e͡at̵-͏anyt̀hin͡g d̢oing ̧o͘ut o͢f ̕his roo͠m͟?͠ ̶” He questioned in his usual, distorted glitchy voice. All his open eyes unblinking as he watched the two.
“Back off Anti, I'm not in the mood” Chase warned, frowning at the glitch bitch.
This, only encouraged the man to push further, “I̛'͜m͝ sơrry͏ b̶ut̛ a͝m̧ ͝I̵ ńot ͝a̡llow̧e̸d͘ ͜t҉o ̀be ͢c̵o͢nc̛e͞rned? Ór̸ ͡i͠s t̕h̨at ͠on͞lý ̕fo̕r p̨et r͜ig͡ht h͟e̷re̶?̀”
Chase growled frustrated at Anti, releasing his anger in the glitch with a swift kick to the balls. Worth it
