My Roommate Plays With Dolls

Blair glared at him and headed to his room.

"Thanks for the soda!" he called cheerily, turning the tv to a new channel.

"By the way, I'm throwing a party this weekend!" He called back spitefully.

He muted the tv, blinking.

"...What?"

"I said I'm throwing a party this weekend!"

"Okay, where?" he asked, leaning over the back of the sofa.

"Where do you think? Here."

He tried to hide his nervousness.

"Nice try--I'll just wind up cursing everyone who comes. Besides, why would people want to come to the Satanist's house?"

Blair grinned.

"No, I've made up my mind. I'm having a party here."

He frowned, sipping his soda.

"Have fun when people don't show up...besides, you don't want me at your party. I scare people, and I've never even been to a real one before."

"No, they'll show up. Don't worry about that." He smiled confidently.

Yuri glared at him.

"You can have the party on one condition--otherwise I curse everyone at the door and then kick them out."

Blair frowned.

"...what is it?"

He smiled.

"You have to bring me cokes in my room for the entire night--and you still have to do the dance."

Blair scowled.

"No."

He smiled.

"I hope you like it when your friends all blame you for their face-herpes curse."

Blair shrugged.

"In that case, I won't ever get you your stupid coke ever again."

His smile widened mischievously.

"But then my powers will only get stronger, and any woman you touch will get HIV."

"You know what? Fine." Blair replied, annoyed.

Yuri giggled.

"Then you'll be afflicted next~ <3"

Blair glared at him.

"I'm leaving." He replied, heading for the door.

"Fine by me--I have coke," he said brightly, taking another sip and turning the tv back on.

"I meant, I'm finding another room." He clarified just as he slammed the door.

"There are only two bedrooms in this apartment!" he called, confused.

Blair leaned against the door. Sometimes, Yuri was more trouble than anything else...