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“You’re so cute,” Pav said, his hand, warm and heavy, resting on the small of Sonic’s back.
“Am not,” Sonic argued, pouting his lips.
“Of course not,” Pav answered, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss against Sonic’s puffed mouth.
“You’re bias,” Sonic explained.
“Oh? Bias?”
“Yes. I’m actually not that cute, but you think I am for the sake of our cats.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, because if something happened between us, and we had to separate them, it would be a disaster. We’d have to work out joint custody. So you have to think I’m cute and appealing and whatever.”
“I call bullshit.”
“Noooo. Agree with me. Now.”
“Nope, sorry. Not this time.”
“Pavarotti.”
“Sonic.”
“Pav.”
“Sonic.”
“Fine. It’s still true.”
“It is not.”
“Why don’t you believe me?”
“Because I happen to have the pleasure of seeing your face all the time. I regret to inform you, it’s quite adorable.”
“Liar.”