"Yeah..." He whispered, his eyes closing as he pressed his forehead against his lover. "I don't... I don't know if I can work at the Dollhouse anymore
"
"What? But baby....We love it there. We have our lunch breaks together, we always see each other, have a little 'naughty time' in the back room~" He giggled wrapping his arms around him. "Don't let that douche scare you away from your dream job."
"Mm... You're right. I just... I want a relationship that MEANS something and that doesn'y seem to occur to him... but you, you're everything I could hope for."
Of course this caused him to smile and pull him into the bedroom to began their passionate night. The next day at work, Momo was busy with his costumers, while his lover was at his station at the bar.
Cracking his hips wearily, it was bad enough that this human form hurt.... But from last night, it didn't help whatsoever. Hell, he even pulled a seat behind the bar as he absently waited for someone to order a drink- the only one he had made was Momo's hot chocolate.
Eric walked over to the bar, rolling his eyes as he sat down. "One mimosa." He mumbled barely looking at him. "And don't poison it, it's not for me. It's for my friend, Aime."
"Oh, yeah, the ghost boy." He replied flatly, starting up the drink easily as he kept quiet, only speaking up with. "He's your Saturday toy, right? Jeez, Eric, I'm surprise he hasn't left you too. You don't deserve someone caring about you."