“Okay, my existence isn’t a violation. The things I do are, and you of all people know me better than to deny that.” There was a ghost of a smile on Duran’s face as he turned back to his decoration. “You’re right, it looks too vague. I’d fix it up, but I got lazy toward the end. I’m too lazy to do anything about it now.”
“Wait–what,” Blaine asked with a curious stare shot at Duran before glancing back at the tree. “No. I mean–no. I don’t think you should fix it. Leave it up to the imagination. You know? Make them wonder if you intended it one way or the other?” It was a weak attempt at keeping Duran out of trouble but he had to give it a shot. Besides! Who really needed a Christmas light penis on the wall? Oh. Right. Apparently the boy beside him.
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