Blair, It's Fine--No Homo

He frowned thoughtfully.

"Okay, so maybe I won't die--I'm not even sure if that's possible. But I know it'd be really bad." He shrugged. "People don't like me already, ya know? I'm the creepy Satanist kid."

"That's true." He said truthfully. "But I like you."

Yuri kissed him on the cheek.

"And I like you~ Even if you worship Buddha."

He pushed Yuri away.

"What?"

He grinned mischievously.

"Well, you're Asian, so you must be Buddhist, right? Like how I'm a Satanist because I'm antisocial."

He rolled his eyes.

"I never said I believed you were a satanist, now did I?" He motioned to the room. "I don't think this is the room of a satanist, anyway. ...maybe a female satanist, actually."

He chuckled.

He smiled.

"Well, stereotypes are a bitch. And I dunno...do girls generally like this much pink?"

He almost replied, but then he closed his mouth as he fell deep into thought.

"...stereotypes..."

He nodded.

"You know, stereotypes. Like how conservatives are old and crotchety and liberals are young and crazy and Asians and women can't drive and Mexicans are dirty immigrants who don't want to speak English."

He frowned deeply.

"Trust me. I know."

He smiled.

"They're almost never true, though...except maybe the thing about women, my mom sucks at driving."

He looked away.

"...I think I should go home now."

"Why?" he asked, frowning. "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." He lied obviously. "I just...should."

He kissed Blair's forehead.

"Come on, you can tell me."

He shook his head.

"N-no, it's nothing!"

He flicked Blair on the shoulder.

"Don't lie--come on, I'm not as stupid as I look."

"It's...nothing important." He amended.

"I want to know anyway."

"It's just...how I was raised." He shrugged, as if it were no big deal.

"You mean, homosexual stereotypes?" he asked, frowning.

He looked away.

"...yeah."

"But they're not true," he insisted, frowning. "You're not girly, you just like guys."

He frowned.

"...It's more than just that, though..."

"Then explain."