Oops my hand slipped.

Ringo stepped out of the bathroom after a hot shower, only sporting a towel around his waist. Rodney, his pasty twinkie of a boyfriend, looking up and gasped.

“Hey! I told you not to come out here all indecent! It scares Fuzzles!” Rodney said with mock anger. He then turned to a glass terrarium where a tarantula sat, watching them. Rodney pressed his face to the glass of the terarrium.

“It’s okay, babe. Just don’t look at the dangly bits and your innocence will remain.” he whispered gently to his pet.

Ringo laughed, rolling his eyes.

“Aw, come on! You didn’t seem all concerned about him watching us last night.” Ringo pointed out.

“Well that was necessary; I needed you to make sure I wasn’t bleeding!” Rodney retorted.

“True enough. Say, how did you even get that stuck up there anyways?” Ringo asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Rodney said sheepishly.

“Did you not have time for–”

“I ALWAYS HAVE TIME FOR–”

“Whoa there buddy, no need to shout.”

“Man, you’re right.”

Then they high fived.