There's practically a skip to Javier's step when he gets home that night, which isn't exactly something Kevin had been expecting. Their latest case is going well enough, but it's still a bit of a headache, and Javier's mom had called before they'd left for work that morning, which is rarely a good sign. Still, Javier's grinning, his focus laser intense on the small cardboard box in his hand, and Kevin's not going to complain about that, even if the kiss Javier aims for his mouth mostly hits his chin and, instead of the usual take out, Kevin ends up with an armful of plastic bags emblazoned with 'Cuddly Critters!!!'
Javier's making a noise that sounds suspiciously like a coo into the now open top of the box and Kevin pauses, raising an eyebrow that the other man doesn't notice.
"Do I even want to know what you got or how fluffy it is?" Kevin asks dryly. Javier finally looks at him, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, and holds the box out to Kevin as reverently as an offering.
"I named him Anansi," he says happily. Kevin peers into the box and jumps, instinctively backpedaling until he runs into a chair and topples over backwards onto his ass.
"You bought a damn tarantula," Kevin shrieks in a very manly, macho way. "Why the fuck would you want a tarantula?"
Javier rolls his eyes at him like he's the one who's crazy and then sticks his hand into the box, letting the damn thing crawl up onto his palm. Kevin blanches.
"I've always wanted one," says Javier, a sweet smile directed at Anansi. "I mean, just look at his widdle legs!"
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Date: 2011-03-16 09:57 pm (UTC)Javier's making a noise that sounds suspiciously like a coo into the now open top of the box and Kevin pauses, raising an eyebrow that the other man doesn't notice.
"Do I even want to know what you got or how fluffy it is?" Kevin asks dryly. Javier finally looks at him, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, and holds the box out to Kevin as reverently as an offering.
"I named him Anansi," he says happily. Kevin peers into the box and jumps, instinctively backpedaling until he runs into a chair and topples over backwards onto his ass.
"You bought a damn tarantula," Kevin shrieks in a very manly, macho way. "Why the fuck would you want a tarantula?"
Javier rolls his eyes at him like he's the one who's crazy and then sticks his hand into the box, letting the damn thing crawl up onto his palm. Kevin blanches.
"I've always wanted one," says Javier, a sweet smile directed at Anansi. "I mean, just look at his widdle legs!"