who count raphael von rafe and dulce de leche what moving things around in the apartment when when it is dark out, okay? where their apartment rating/status um tbd and closed
The idea had sounded like a good one when he had suggested it, but now? Rafe wasn't so sure it was a great idea. He stared at the action figure in his hands and raised an eyebrow. This was going to go into his room- correction their room. Simon slept better if he was sharing a bed with Raphael so it made sense that they just share a room. The extra bedroom could then be turned into a study/workout room. A good plan, supposedly.
"Mio," he looked up from the toy in his hands and raised an eyebrow. "Do all of these need to go into the bedroom?"
He lived a certain way, but lately, his taste was started to get corrupted. A perfect example of that was the Count von Count shirt he was wearing with his designer jeans. The shirt was tucked in slightly in the front to show off his belt. The normal chains were forgotten for the night since he didn't want to get snagged on anything while moving objects from one room to the next.
Simon was corrupting him.
Raphael set the toy down carefully before running a hand through his hair. The normal product wasn't there at the moment, but only the fledgling was allowed to see him not fully put together. They lived together and clearly meant something to each other. A strange look passed over his face as he tried to sort out what they were. Simon was his, there was no question about that.
"1 toy, ah hah hah," he muttered as he picked up another action figure. Why did Simon have so many of these? "My boyfriend is a giant child." The words left his mouth before he even realized what he had said. His dark eyes went wide in surprise and he did the only rational thing he could think of- he started to escape the room.