I am going to be difficult and hard for the sake of it...
Dude 👈
Gnarly 👈
You evil, difficult thing, you.💕 But because it's you and I love you and you had a busy weekend I very quickly typed something up for you.
Auriego, kinda modern AU
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"I will hunt you for sport if you don't cut it out."
Auri sounds like he means it. But Diego can only snicker.
"Dude," he drawls and hovers the marshmallow a little bit closer to Auri's flaming head. His other half claims that it won't work, that the flames are not really flames that are hot and able to cook anything. But Diego is nothing if not tenacious. Or stubborn. His dad calls it stubborn. He inspects the gooey mess and decides to ignore the way it slowly slides off the makeshift stick. Surely it will be okay. "With your gangly legs you couldn't even catch me if I were to hop on one leg. You'd flail around like a Muppet. Might be funny to watch though…" He hums and nods. "Yeah, chased by a Muppet. That would be gnarly."
Auri whirls around to face his ridiculous boyfriend. His glare is truly impressive. "Gnarly? That's not how you use that word. No one has used that word since the 70s!"
"Are you calling me old fashioned? Are you -"
That's as far as he gets. His arm has jerked upwards upon Auri's quick turnabout and what has started as a slow slide has now culminated in a splash of a half-melted, marshmallowy mess right between Auri's pristine glasses and his downturned mouth.
Diego takes a step back, not trusting the calm and serene expression on Auri's face as he carefully wipes the sugary mess away.
"Uh…"
"Run."
Diego does.
(He was right, Auri looks like a Muppet when he runs, gangly limbs all over the place. But sadly, he is actually pretty fast. How gnarly.)
