He grunted quietly and went back to silence, washing out the cup and drying it off personally before setting it onto the rack and continuing with some silverware and a bowl. He thought for a few moments and just shrugged again.
“I dunno. You can stay if you want.”
Bryn shrugged too, pushing off the counter and starting to walk out of the kitchen a bit. "I'll be on the couch if you want me, I'd like to cuddle and watch the horror movie but if you don't, that's fine." He paused right at the kitchen doorway, one last thought in his mind. "Yell for me if you need anything, okay? I'll be right there as fast as I can."
Zack nodded and continued with the dishes, only tilting his head up again when the Human left him. He finished with the dishes a few minutes later and wiped his wet hands off on a rag, washing down the already clean counters before joining Bryn in the living room, settling down on his usual spot on the couch.
Bryn had sprawled out, watching from underneath a stray comforter as some blonde-haired girl with questionable decision-making skills split off from the main group. He quickly shuffled over as Zack approached, clearing some room for him. "Not to push you or anything, but I'm in desperate need of some cuddles so I can pretend this chick isn't about to get murdered in the most terrifying way possible."
Zack tilted his head down a little but let Bryn cuddle up next to him like a scared little rodent boy, leaning against him as he himself relaxed into the comforter. He curled his legs up into criss cross applesauce with slight difficulty because of his stiffness, but still managed nevertheless.
Bryn pushed himself up against his side, looping his arm through one of Zack's and making sure his shoulder was eye level so he could hide just in case something bad happened on screen. He had to turn away when the chainsaw wielding murderer finally got to the blonde girl, letting out a little squeak of terror.
Zack didn’t really understand all of this. He watched without any sweat and he actually looked quite bored as fake guts splayed everywhere all over the walls. He was ready to ask his mate if he actually believed this stuff, but decided against it. It was obvious the other did believe it…
Bryn actually would've been quite happy for the distraction, whimpering as two members of the main group split off to look for their friends. They'd been making out when the movie started, so he already knew they'd be the next to die, but that didn't make it any less freaky when the killer started chasing them through the halls with severed heads hanging from his arms like the worlds most fucked up christmas tree. "Zack?" he said, pressing his face into his mate's shoulder to block out the screen. "Can you hold me? Please?"
Zack chewed on his fingernails but not in stress. He was still quite hungry now that boredom had settled in, and he was about to stand to grab a snack when he was stopped by Bryn asking to be held. He wrapped his arms around the smaller of the pair and sighed softly as the couple got killed just as violently as the first woman.
“Honestly…” He murmured so softly he couldn’t be heard. His disbelief in something so absurd was very slim.
"Thank you," Bryn's voice was weak, muffled from the way his face was shoved into Zack's chest. He'd peek out to watch the movie every so often, sometimes watching with bated breath as the unsuspecting victims were stalked bu the killer and sometimes letting out a soft whine of fear and hiding away again. No matter what he was animated, completely invested in the film no matter how badly it scared him.
Zack yawned and wondered about the gummy bears he had stashed away into the kitchen. Suddenly the temptation of the gummy bears was much more than sitting here listen to some model chick scream at the top of her lungs as she discovered the creepy serial killer man stalking her.
Bryn whined when Zack stood up but the killer came barrelling out from around a corner so he was more inclined to hide away in the couch cushions than protest. Not that Zack would care either way. It only took a few minutes of watching alone for Bryn to grab the remote and change the channel, sighing in relief when the strange latin-y language of demon 7 o' clock news filled the room instead of some teenagers horrified screams. Maybe he was just too much of a wimp to watch horror movies.
Zack reentered the room once the news was back on with some snacks. He was chewing on a few gummy’s most like a dog would, his mouth opening wide for each chew as to not get them stuck on his sharpened teeth. He sat and continued eating them like this, apparently used to the whole thing.
Bryn wrinkled his nose in distaste- the slobbery eviscerated remains of gummy worms weren't exactly his favorite sight- and scooched over to give Zack room to sit down again. He passed him the remote when he was done, giving him free rein over the TV. "Pick whatever you want."
Zack was tempted to put on some other type of horrifying show that had nothing to do with horror and a lot to do with screaming, but handed it back, grinning.
“You don’t wanna know what I’ll put on.” He had a smirk on his face. Besides he wasn’t really in the mood to watch anything.
Bryn perked up in interest, a playful gleam in his eye. "Well I do now, babe!" Bryn set the remote down on the coffee table and turned to Zack. "C'mon, at least give me a hint about what you'd put on if you're not gonna let me see it in person."
“Nu-uh, you wouldn’t like it, it has too much screaming.” He snickered into his hand, then threw a few gummy worms into his mouth and started chewing his pronounced chew to get the Human’s eyes off of him.
Bryn turned away with a look of playful disgust, grabbing the remote to change the channel. "I'm fine with screaming, it's the bloody murder that gets me all worked up. And I'm only asking for one little hint, can't you give it to me? Please?"
“Yeah yeah. I don’t think I'm in the mood to watch it, though, considering what happened this morning,” He teased, wondering how the Human hadn’t understood yet. Honestly, was he just blind to all of the possibilities?
Bryn, never one to pick up on subtext, finally got the message. He set down the remote again, leaving the TV on some gameshow he'd never seen before, and let out a little "oh" of realization. "You mean… I… um… okay. Yeah, we don't… um… we can watch something else. Sorry for pestering you about it, I swear I'm not trying to be this dumb."
Zack settled against the foot of the couch, throwing his feet up where his body just was and stretching a little.
“Mhm. No problemo matieo.” He smirked slightly at his reaction but decided to not be mean about it anymore.
Bryn snorted and gently shoved Zack's feet out of the way so he could sprawl out next to him, slow so Zack had time to squirm away if he didn't want to be held. "I hate that, never call me matieo again."
Zack didn’t move as he yawned faintly, bobbing his jaw a little for a few moments before shutting his mouth. “Mm… I think I’ll call you what I like, Bryn.” He smiled and snuggled his mate back nevertheless.
"Not if it's matieo you're not," Bryn muttered, making himself comfortable in the limited amount of space between the couch and Zack. He wrapped his mte up in his arms as he finally found a comfortable position. "You're allowed to call me anything but that."
“Hm well now I wanna continue calling you that,” He hummed teasingly, resting his hands on Bryn’s hips as they cuddled together. The other was a comfy boi, that was for sure. He yawned within the warms of his mate, snuggling closer to get comfy, grinning happily.
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