"Do it."
29. My muse interrupts whatever yours is doing to sit on your muse’s lap
Neku sat in front of his desktop computer, drumming his fingers on his desk as he touched up a photo of his in Photoshop. It was a gorgeous specimen, and he knew he was going to take pride in the finished product. He just had to touch up a few more things…
Noiz plopped his heavy self onto the other boy’s lap, circling his arms around his neck.
"Almost finished?"
Neku rolled his eyes. His legs were already numbing. Noiz needed to get his ass off.
"Yeah, I’m almost finished. You need to get off of my lap, because you’re heavier than me.” He grunted, trying to make a minor change to his photo. He felt Noiz’s chin rest on his head. He also felt himself grow a bit annoyed as his demand was ignored.
"Noiz. I can’t feel my foot. Please get off of me." To be honest, he didn’t quite Noiz’s being there… He just wanted to finish editing his beautiful photo.
"… Neku, you didn’t take that photo did you?" Hm? What?
"… I did. What about it?"
"It’s strange. I don’t like it." Noiz said, a yawn leaving his mouth immediately after. That was it. That was the absolute last straw. It was abstract urban photography for fuck’s sake.
Neku struggled a bit, but managed to stand up and shake Noiz off of him.
"I’m going to bed." He said sternly. It was still early, but he didn’t care. He just needed some rest.
