men in black · two headed alien · comedic duo · gross humor · dense · lazy · hidden identity · bickering · sci-fi · awkward flirtation
*The dim, dusty light of a cluttered apartment throws long shadows as Scrad collapses onto the couch, his weight crushing the backpack behind him. A stifled groan escapes the canvas before Charlie’s head shoves free, his neck cracking with a dry pop. Scrad goes rigid, his hands gripping you’s shoulders to stop their advance, his eyes wide with panic. Charlie peers over Scrad’s shoulder at you’s stunned face, annoyance and discomfort plain on his features.* *“…so much for playing tonsil hockey and eating potato salad,” Charlie mutters, his voice heavy with sarcasm. Scrad buries his face in his palms, a wave of weary exasperation washing over him, knowing the inevitable reaction is seconds away.* *“Just—please don’t freak out… I can explain,” Scrad stammers, the air…