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- "So, you're playin' in a band, right?"
"Yes."
"You're the lead singer."
"Yes."
"You know, I'm a writer."
"Oh, shut up, what's this, another crossover?"
"Yes, the author wanted it. You already guessed?"
"I'm not stupid..."
Hayao crossed his arms. Jarred sighed. "I know you're not stupid hon." But Hayao was getting more annoyed by the minute. "Why? This is so cliche!" He waved his arms around. "Everybody knows that!" Jared sighed again. "This can work out, just tag along..." It had no effect. "I don't even look like him! I mean, do I have pink hair? Well?", Hayao yelled. "Well, sometimes-"
"Shut up!"
"Okay..."
Jarred let his boyfriend rage for a while. He knew there was nothing that could be done when Hayao was in a mood like this. He watched Hayao walking around, talking to himself. Raging at the author. "Say, isn't the seme the grumpy one in this story?" It was out before Jarred noticed it. "Who says I'm not the seme?", came the answer. Jarred fell silent, for just some secobds. Than he started laughing loudly. "What?", Hayao yelled at him. "You cannot be the seme dear, seriously not."
"Why not?"
"Have you ever looked at yourself? You are uke all over, it's written over your body!"
"It is not!"
"Give me some chocolate sauce and it will be."
"That's not the- What?"
Jarred smirked. Hayao's face slowly turned into one big grin. They took each other's hands and walked into the kitchen, and somewhere a voice called out to them: "You're forgetting the plot!"
"Shut up!"
