30 Day Challenge; Day 3-Glass Eyes

Yay! This was fun!

Mitchell stared at the...things in his boyfriend's pantry. All six of them stared coldly back, their blue gaze looking through him and out the window behind him. He slowly closed the door and rested his head on the door frame.

"Allen, love..." he sighed, attempting to slow down his heart rate. "What....just....what?"

Allen looked over from where he had been making French Toast, took in Mitchell's face and his location, and promptly had to use the counter for support as he laughed so hard he cried. That left it up to Mitchell to save their breakfast from catching on fire.

"No no, it's fine. When you feel like, you know, actually telling me instead of laughing so hard you puke, go ahead." He sighed, making more French toast. It was lunch time, but he had just woken up, having been moved to the bed after falling asleep on the couch. He had been carried, apparently, and had not been aware that Allen was that strong.

"My apologies," Allen coughed when he had regained himself enough to speak, face red and eyes watering. "That's an old project I was using to convey the many methods the government uses to keep track of potentially dangerous information."

"...There are seven-"

"-Six, actually."

"...A crapton of freaky glass eyes in a small pyramid of mason jars filled with multicolored liquid in your pantry."

"Well no one ever accused me of being completely sane." Allen laughed, wrapping an arm around Mitchell's waist and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Now hurry and finish up here, a Lethal Weapon marathon is up next."

Author's Note

Sometimes thing's slip away from me, so if I made a mistake please point it out! I'm aware the ending seems a bit rushed, but that's kind of a problem for me. If you have any suggestions I'm open to them!

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