InvisibleBanana

Tino smiled to himself as he squirmed further into the comfort of the couch, his feet up and a cool silk blanket cuddled up against his chest and over his knees. It was noon and he was awarded for his thus far hard work with a bit of piece and quiet. His favourite cartoon was playing on the TV, Hanatamago was sleeping, and his two favourite men in the whole wide world had gone out for ice-cream. He was surprised when he heard the front door be pushed open, followed by the heavy, lugging steps that could only be his partner. Maybe they had forgotten something, because they hadn't left all that long ago. Berwald stepped into the living room an