"Brian?! Brian?! Why the fuck have you used MY mug?" Craig asked, tipping out the black caffeine substance inside of his Irish rugby cup.
"Because you used mine!" Brian answered, grabbing the Manchester United mug from Craig's office. The tea lingered inside, he hated tea.
"We need to make a truce, this is my mug!" Brian added again, mumbling stuff under his breathe as he entered the kitchen.
"We need to make a truce on everything! You're wearing MY sweatpants!" Craig whined, crossing his arms at the slightly taller boy.
"What? So what? You ALWAYS wear my hoodies!" Brian argued back, Craig huffed.
"If I didn't would I even be your boyfriend?" Craig asked, ruffling his eye brows as Brian glared. The Irish man let out a defeated sigh.
"Fine. How bout this... We can use each other's clothes but not our favourite mugs, deal?" Brian offered, Craig smiled and nodded.
"Deal!" Craig accepted.
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The two made up by having a cuddle session on the sofa, when Brian peered over at the mug Craig was using.
'Son of a bitch' he though.
'He will never learn...'
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Idk just though of this in like 2 mins lol
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