And It Started Like This

Goofin' Gone Wrong

A/N: Third update and no proofreading. Hahaha

Enjoy!

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Mew gave his roommate a curt nod and headed into the kitchen to make himself some coffee when he walked into the common area of his flat, shaved, clothed, and, thanks to Gulf, feeling exceptionally rejuvenated. "Morning, Ton. I'm surprised you're up already."

From his reclining position on the couch, the brunette snorted as he cradled a large bowl of Cheerios on his breast. Incredulously, he looked at Mew. "Oh, are ya?" he mumbled rather crudely through a mouthful of half-chewed cereal. "Though' I'd sleep blissfully through your screamin', did ya?"

Mew shot him a guilty grin. "Sorry, mate."

Ton rolled his eyes, this time taking a moment to swallow. "Sure you are. Must be some talented boyfriend you got there. It's been far too long since a bird's gotten me screaming like that."

As he poured a full pot of water into the coffee maker, Mew smirked. Gulf was, in fact, a magnificent bird. Mew thought it had something to do with their chemistry, but Mew thought it had something to do with their chemistry. As the thought raced through his thoughts, he cringed to himself—Gods, he was turning into a bloody nancy-boy.

"He's going to sleep another couple hours, by the way," Mew told him. "You going to be here long enough to lock up behind him?"

Ton waved a flippant hand. "No sweat. I don't work till noon, anyway. If he 'aint up by then, I'll carry his ass out of here. He's a small bloke."

Mew chuckled. "I'm not sure that would be wise. He's stronger than he looks. Plus, there's no saying what he might try to do if you had your hands all over him," he teased. But because Mew knew that he could trust Gulf to keep his horny hands to himself, he had more of a good time pushing Ton's buttons, and it was pleasant to press Ton's buttons.

"Hell," Ton said, raising his thick brows as he took another spoonful of milk and cereal. "If this morning was any indication of what that would be like, I'm not sure I would even object."

Brown eyes sparkled and Mew let out another barking laugh. "I'll be sure to tell him you said that," he promised. "Oh, before I forget—you off at a decent time tonight?" he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms. "Gulf and I are going to a stag. You interested in having a few drinks with us? I don't know the bloke but Gulf asked me to invite you and Turbo."

Ton gave a complacent shrug. "Sure. I'll be there." He paused, chewing in contemplation. "Although... willingly going to a sausage fest made up of fifty percent queers sounds a bit on the dangerous—no, let me rephrase that—a bit on the stupid side, but hey, I like an adventure just as much as the next bloke."

Mew snorted. "I believe the gays will all be spoken for, Srinakluan, so you should be lurker-free."

The man's sarcastic drawl was both crystal clear and playful. "Pity."

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"So, why 'The Equilibrium'? Why not 'The Three Mops'? Or 'The Three Vacuum Cleaners'? 'The Three Sponges', 'The Three Squeegees'?"

"Because, Srinakluan, all those ideas are inane, you sputtering imbecile."

"Can it, Mew."

"'The Equilibrium'... it does have something of a ring to it though, doesn't it?" Little Turbo's sloppy smile was too special, his eyes gleamed as his gentle fingers fiddled with the peeling label of his beer bottle, dead set on appearing less drunk than he had in the past.