@downpathsâ sent: â  donât  pretend  like  youâre  asleep .  â (from manfred)
   Heâs half tempted to give a cartoonish snore in response, but he lets a half-formed whine curl in the back of his throat instead, only loud enough for Manfred to hear (the acoustics in the church are marvelous, he has to admit).Â
   âBut Iâm booored.â He whispers back to Manfred as he shuffles around, only to slump further down on the otherâs shoulder.Â
   He doesnât even know why theyâre here in the first placeâ itâs not like either of them are particularly religious, and even if they were, Klaus wasnât exactly sure theyâd be welcomed under the House of God after that one time they forgot the close the curtains to their little house right across the street (not that God would have any problem with the whole gay thingâ Klaus is pretty sure God would hate the straights, too, if they were caught getting up to the same vehemently non-bible-friendly things).Â
   But Manfred, bless his heart, is more neighborly than Klaus will ever be. So they make an appearance at mass, say their hellos to the other townsfolk, take a seat in the back pew as the Rev begins his sermon. And to his credit, Klaus is TRYING. Heâs good with the chit chat beforehand (in fact, his proudest accomplishment has been his initiation into the Old Church Ladies Gossip Group with the ladies living in the center just down the road).Â
  Itâs just that when it comes to sitting still and staying quiet for prolonged periods of time, however, Klaus is...not at his best. Which is why heâs practically hanging off of Manfred now, one hand on his knee as he waits for the Rev to turn or look away so he can sneak a soft open-mouthed kiss behind his boyfriendâs ear.Â
   âBaby.â He smiles, fingers curling and scratching against the otherâs denim-covered knee. âIâm BORED.â











