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[dingdongdoodily]

When Miniver said 'home', just in the way that he did, it gave new meaning to it as Pickles stepped in through the door that was supposed to lead to the patio, but didn't. He looked around at the condo, the living room with its small piles of clutter, the posters in frames on the wall, the bookshelf, the TV

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[dingdongdoodily]

He facepalmed.
"Dude."
There would be so much teasing, he already knew it.

[cheevy]

"Whaaaat?"

He scrambles off the couch and over to Pickes, grabbing him by the belt and tugging. "What??"

[dingdongdoodily]

"Duuude!" Pickles whined.
"Don't even start with this shit, alright? Go see fer yerself if yer so interested, my life's an open book to you but my lips're sealed."

The zipping motion to the lips? Check.

[cheevy]

Miniver pulls Pickles' lips to his and kisses him. He pauses just a moment or two after to stroke back Pickles' hair, then grins and hops off to find that drawer.

[dingdongdoodily]

That subdued the rock star and he chuckled, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he followed Miniver. "Closet. Left, big dresser there."