Those words sprang the three men into motion. Crispin took several beers from the fridge, Dasan snagged two full bags of chips from the pantry, and Colburn reached over the hummingbird’s head for a plastic container he’d filled with different candies.
“Okay,” Pyxlevir said, his eyes darting from one roommate to another as they dashed through the kitchen. “What game are you playing? Maybe we could all play.”
“Enjoy your movie,” Dasan exclaimed as the three men jogged out of the kitchen.
“Well, that was fucking weird,” Gramlithyn said. “Guys, aren’t you going to answer Pyx?”
“It’s not one you guys like,” Colburn yelled. “See you later.”
The door to the twins’ room slammed. Pyxlevir’s eyes met Gramlithyn’s, and they were as confused as the hybrid felt.
“Guess they don’t want to watch a movie with us,” Gramlithyn drawled.
“Their loss, we’re fun.”
“Should we grab a snack?”
“We just finished dinner; I don’t know how any of them have room for candy and chips right now.”
Gramlithyn shrugged. “Maybe it’s different if you eat more than fruits, veggies, and bread like elves.”
“I guess we’ll never know. Want a beer?”
Instead of answering, Gramlithyn grabbed one for himself and another for Pyxlevir. “Let’s head to the living room and figure out what we want to watch.”
“I guess you’re going to veto porn,” Pyxlevir teased as he curled his legs under him on the sofa.
Gramlithyn made himself comfortable a few inches from Pyxlevir and handed his other half an open beer. “The last thing I want to do is be sitting here fondling myself when one of our roommates decides they need to make themselves an ice cream sundae or something.”
“It’d be impossible for you to fondle yourself unless you slapped my hands away.”
“Calm down or you’re going straight to your room to take a cold shower.”
“Fine, but if I do, I’m not getting dressed before I come back out here to watch a movie with you.”
“No running through the apartment in all your glorious nakedness, Pyx.”
“You’re right, we should watch a movie in your bedroom.”
“We haven’t started the movie and you’re already trying to strip,” Gramlithyn said with a rueful shake of his head. It wasflattering and dangerous. “Get it together. Drink some of that beer to cool yourself off.”
“Okay, put a movie on.”
“What movie?”
“Gramlithyn, I don’t give a shit what movie it is. I’m here to hang out with you. Put one on or don’t. I’ll have a good time either way.”
“Want to skip the movie and talk?”
Pyxlevir nodded. “But put the television on so everyone thinks we’re out here making out or doing something inappropriate on the couch.”
“Do you think they took off to give us the space to do that?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be asking them that question in the morning.”
Gramlithyn picked up the remote and picked a channel at random. “You’re ruthless.”
“Yep, the world should fear me.”
