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Efflo glared at the phasing, that wasn't playing fair. Still, he gave Gabby a peck on the cheek the best he could, then bounced off of the bed and over to the shopping bags. While Gabby seemed to be perpetually sullen, Efflo, who was normally the same, found it impossible to feel that way when he was in the other's company. No one else made him feel bouncy but Gabby.

"Gabriel, it's not like I like shopping either, you know," he argued, pulling the black suit from one of the bags. He straightened, holding it against himself. "What if it doesn't fit? Can you fix it?"

Efflo carefully laid his shirt and jacket on the bed next to Gabby, and then, holding onto the dress pants in one hand, he unceremoniously dropped his pants with the other. If Gabby had been expecting a show, he was going to be disappointed.

Or at least, it looked like he was going to be, until Efflo paused, standing in his underwear and frowning.

“Are these right for this? Should I change into other ones?”

"What ones? Are you supposed to wear special ones for prom?"

Then a pause.

"You're the only one who'll see them, you should be helping. Maybe I should go ask someone else for advice."

“Fine, fine! But when it’s prom night and you have to look at unsexy briefs, don’t complain to me.”

It wasn’t fine, Efflo thought. His regular boring underwear definitely weren’t right for prom. Of course, he was pretty sure it didn’t really matter what he was wearing; after all, it would just be coming off again anyway. But he did want to try on his outfit before Gabby made sure he was wearing nothing, so he swatted the dragon’s hands away, no matter how good they felt.

He liked it better when the boil was closer, so he didn’t push Gabby away entirely, and simply shimmied into his pants right next to him. Efflo buttoned them up, and then realized, as they slid low on his hips, that he had forgotten to grab the belt out of the bags. He looked at Gabby, imploringly.

“Can you get the rest of the stuff out, while I put on my shirt?”

Efflo wasn’t used to this kind of outfit. For him, two items was pushing it but for his prom suit, apparently that wasn’t acceptable. He’d needed pants, a shirt, a vest, a jacket, a tie, and shoes. For Efflo, that was a lot. He needed all the help he could get.

Efflo watched Gabby play with the belt a moment, and was, in fact, about to turn around. He was, that is, until he heard the strangely cheerful tone of Gabby’s voice, followed by the command to do just that.

He glared, eyes narrowing. “Don’t do it, Gabriel,” he warned, walking backward to the bed before he finally turned around to grab his shirt. “I swear to Jack, if you do…”

He tensed slightly when Gabby approached, readying himself to turn around and scold his boilfriend. But when all he felt was the light touch of the dragon's fingers, slipping on his belt, Efflo relaxing, reaching for his shirt.

Then came the heavy slap to his behind and Efflo yelped, nearly climbing onto the bed as he clutched at his shirt, twisting around to fix Gabby with a glare. At least it wasn't in public.

"Maybe," he admitted, despite his grumpy face, his voice a barely audible whisper. Then louder, as he pulled the shirt over his arms, and began to button it up, "Gabriel, I would like to be able to wear this to prom, you know, so if you could contain yourself for just a few more minutes..."

"I know," he said quietly, watching as Gabby's nimble fingers buttoned his shirt much more neatly than he could have ever hoped to. Efflo wanted Gabby too but he wasn't as outwardly going as Gabby was, and he definitely didn't think he'd every be able to show how much he wanted the dragon quite like Gabby constantly reassured him. Yet, despite everything, he thought as he nuzzled back against Gabby, smiling, he loved this boil more than anything.

Still quiet, he wrapped his arms around Gabby, pulling him onto the bed with him to share a quick, affectionate kiss. Then he rolled him over, and slid off the bed himself, tucking his shirt into his pants and reached for his suit jacket lying on the sheets next to his boilfriend.

"Just one," he said with a smile, pulling the jacket on before he turned to go hunt for his tie.