Thursday, 11:31 PM, the flat, (Gotta Love That Squid)
I already wrote pissed Anders, now it's Mitchell's turn.
Prompt by allthingshobbits. (I'm sorry, this conversation is utter nonsense. Hope you'll still like it. )
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Anders: *enters the apartment* Mitchell !? Mitch !??? Are you there?! …baby ? ………………*finally finds Mitchell curled in a ball on the living room's carpet* What on earth are you doing there ? Are you okay ? Are you… crying ?
Mitchell: *sniffles pitifully* Dersy! *sobs* Look ! I'm not able… to… I tried….I don't understand…*shows the pieces of the remote control in his hands*
Anders: *kneels before his husband, confused* What the heck is going on with you ? … *raises an eyebrow skeptically* and since when are you calling me "Dersy"?
Mitchell: I missed it !!! I missed it… damn…. It's a mess … it's 11:30 already… *wails painfully* whyyyyyy !!??? I don't deserve to be happy, is that it? *hides his face in his gloved hands to cry some more*
Anders: Oh god, Mitchell, you smell like…. O___O… John... you are fucking drunk !!! You're supposed to be able to hold your drink : you're an Irishman, a DEAD Irishman. How many beers did you have?
Mitchell: *clinging to Anders' shirt* Not that many, *hiccups* just like… nine or ten, I don't remember.
Anders: *worried* You drank alone? Trust me, I know it's a bad sign when someone starts to drink alone.
Mitchell: Nah… your grandfather and Ty came around.
Anders: You got drunk with Olaf !? Hm, okay, but you followed my advice and didn't eat anything he may have offered to you, huh?
Mitchell: *sheepish look*
Anders: Oh no…. Jeezus, Mitchell !!!
Mitchell: I just took a few bites, I promise! I know I shouldn't have. The green flying cake spatula told me it was a bad idea. *snuggling to Anders' chest, mumbling" I think it was right when it said it with its tiny hairy mouth made of tooth picks. *starts to cry all over again*
Anders: The green flying… what? Okay. *takes his phone out of his pocket* Hello, grandpa? When you get that message, call me back as soon as fucking possible because I have a stoned weeping vampire on my living room's floor and I blame you for that. I want to know what kind of junk you put in your new cooking experience. Bye.
Mitchell: I'm sooorry n'ders. I'm a very bad boyfriend, am I? I'm just trouble…
Anders: * Sighs, sits on the floor and cradles Mitchell in his arms* No, of course not. For now you're a little clingy and incoherent, but it'll pass in a few hours. *takes the broken remote control Mitchell still has in his clenched fist* What did you do to that poor remote?
Mitchell: *sniffles* I was trying to turn on the TV to watch the Real Hustle with my three gummy lizard friends *points a random spot near the couch* but the TV didn't want to. I pressed the green button again and again but it didn't work so I tried to fix the remote.
Anders: More like destroy it, apparently. *peeks at the TV stand* I think I know what your problem was, babe: the TV is unplugged.
Mitchell: Really?
Anders: Yeah. *smirks* It was silly of your gummy lizard friends for not pointing it out to you.
Mitchell: *looking at Anders from below with dizzy eyes* Yes, they really should have.
Anders: *chuckles*
Mitchell: *confused* Are you making fun of me?
Anders: Just a wee bit, my love. *pets Mitchell's hair fondly*
Mitchell: *whispering, suddenly slightly nervous* Don't look up. There is a giant squid hanging to the ceiling and I think it might fancy me.
Anders: All I can say is that this giant squid has great taste in men, obviously.
Mitchell: *his eyes grow wide and he shakes his head* Please, don't let it try to marry me.
Anders: I won't, baby, I promise. *his phone goes off* Grandpa !!??
Olaf: So… how is he?
Anders: High as fuck, thanks to you! He's hallucinating sea monsters wanting to wed him.
Olaf: *giggles* I don't see how it's different from the marriage he's already in.
Anders: Fuck you! Stop being a jerk and tell me what to do.
Olaf: You can't do much I'm afraid. Make him drink water and put him to bed, keep a constant eye on him and don't let him go outside. The effects should dissipate within fifteen hours of so.
Anders: FIFTEEN HOURS ???!!!!
Olaf: Well…yes, that's strong stuff.
Anders: Damn! *grunts* I will never leave my husband alone with you anymore. *hungs up*
Mitchell: ANNNdddeeeRRRssss !!! Kiss me on the chin, but tell them not to wrap me in styrofoam right away.
Anders: *sighs* It's going to be a really long fifteen hours. *To Mitchell, taking his hand* But we're going to go through this together, yeah?
Mitchell: *nods*
