Infinite Cheesecake
Thom stumbled off the train, jerking his scarf tighter around his neck and adjusting his baggage, which was refusing to cooperate normally.
"Damn you, plastic wheel thingies!" he bellowed softly. He began to hum 'Fake Plastic Trees' to himself.
"Thom! Oh, Thom! It's me, Jonny!" called a youthful and lisping voice from above. Thom looked up.
"Jonny! My very favorite mailbox-chinned boy-woman! Hold me!" Thom cried happily, embracing the dark-haired guitarist who had appeared suddenly behind him. Thom's face pressed tightly against Jonny's navel. The baggage lay forgotten at their feet.
"Oh Thom, I've missed you so! Things aren't the same here in Oxford without our resident sulky ginger dwarf/musician!" exclaimed Jonny.
"Glad to know I'm missed! Let's go to your house and do dirty things to each other while listening to Joy Division!"
"Groovy!"
And with that, Thom clambered upon Jonny's shoulder, Yoda-style, and Jonny dragged his defective baggage for him all the way home.
"Damn you, plastic wheel thingies!" he bellowed softly. He began to hum 'Fake Plastic Trees' to himself.
"Thom! Oh, Thom! It's me, Jonny!" called a youthful and lisping voice from above. Thom looked up.
"Jonny! My very favorite mailbox-chinned boy-woman! Hold me!" Thom cried happily, embracing the dark-haired guitarist who had appeared suddenly behind him. Thom's face pressed tightly against Jonny's navel. The baggage lay forgotten at their feet.
"Oh Thom, I've missed you so! Things aren't the same here in Oxford without our resident sulky ginger dwarf/musician!" exclaimed Jonny.
"Glad to know I'm missed! Let's go to your house and do dirty things to each other while listening to Joy Division!"
"Groovy!"
And with that, Thom clambered upon Jonny's shoulder, Yoda-style, and Jonny dragged his defective baggage for him all the way home.
