The Name's Datta

"Get out of my bed!!" he yelled, trying to pry Charlie off.

Charlie sat up, rubbing his eyes and adjusting his messy hair.

"You said you didn't sleep well next to people, but you seemed fine to me."

Benoit rolled Charlie off of the bed.

"I told you to stay on the couch!"

Charlie just stood up, stretching out.

"I tried really, really hard but I just couldn't sleep..."

"Go find a prostitute and a hotel next time!" he exclaimed.

"But they won't smell and feel like you. You're really warm and comfortable." He smiled happily at him.

His face turned pink as he glared at Charlie.

"Get out. Just...get out of my bedroom before I hurt you."

"I'll go make us breakfast!" He said happily, heading for the door.

Benoit just sighed, holding his head in his hands. This was going to difficult, very difficult indeed.

[[We should skip to farther in their relationship and have them do something super special awesome and fun.]]

((My thoughts exactly. Super special awesome double date?))

[[Oke dokes, that works.]]

Benoit adjusted his tie in the mirror, examining his outfit.

"Charlie, are you almost ready?" he called.

Charlie was dressed in what appeared to be an exact replica of James Bonds's suit.

"Do I look good?" He asked, walking into Benoit's room.

He raised an eyebrow.

"A little overdressed, aren't we? We're only going out to eat."

"No, I always wear suits." He insisted. "Besides, women can't resist a man in a suit."

He laughed.

"True--do you think I'll be alright in just a dress shirt and tie, though?"

"You look good in everything, so it's fine." Charlie replied sweetly.

He smiled, patting Charlie on the back.

"Yes, but you're a flatterer so I can't believe you. But in any case, I'm ready, so let's go."

Charlie looked pleased.

"Yes, let's! I'm excited, personally. It's been a while since I've been on a proper date."

"Good," he said, Leading Charlie to the car. "I hope you enjoy yourself."

Charlie followed him like a puppy.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll have fun."

He started the car, smiling at Charlie.

"Do you like Chinese food?"

"Do you like Chinese food?" He asked, instead of answering.

"I prefer Indian," he replied honestly.