(This is a re-upload as a deviation after I accidentally uploaded it as a journal entry.)
"Candy-Corn!" The blonde haired boy cooed from the sitting room. Gloyd sighed, switching the oven off and removing his apron. He scuttled across the kitchen and to the doorway, leaning into the sitting room where his boyfriend was perched, scrunched up in his duvet on the sofa beside the coffee table.
"Yes, Rancis?" He asked, feigning sincerity. Rancis shot him a glare with his bright blue eyes,
"How is supper going? Is it finished?" He asked. The pumpkin boy looked up at the ceiling, so many answers. So many ways to respond to such a ridiculous question. 'Yes, my darling. Yes it is.' sprung to mind, as did 'Yeah it is, you ingrate. Now go 'n serve it up yaself.'
"Yeah." He said bluntly. Rancis raised an eyebrow.
"May I remind you that I, your boyfriend who you're supposed to care for, am very ill!" He pouted. It was true, he had a nasty cold. But it was still no reason to treat Gloyd like a slave