Tony And Leo

"We should get married! I can finally make my parents proud!" He said, completely jumping the gun.

"....I, uh, I don't know what that means." He blushed softly, looking to him.

"That's okay! Come on!" He replied, pulling him into the living room. "If the dogs like you, then you can stay!"

He giggled slightly, the sail sliding off of his body in moving forward. Of course, that made him completely nude. Not that he noticed, really.

Tony stared at him.

"...you really are perfect." He replied, happy as ever. "I love you!!"

Leo shied, looking down and blushing very softly. "...Thank you..." He cooed, soft and nuzzling up closer to him.

"Okay, okay, so the Yorkie is Mrs. Nesbit!" He replied, holding her up so she could attempt to bite off his face.

The blond scratched softly under the dog's chin, smiling and humming. "Hello there~"

It bit his fingers, yipping like crazy.

Tony didn't even notice, he was too busy doting over how cute Leo was.

Leo laughed softly, teasing the dog and scratching his head, "So silly~!"

"Awwwww, sooo cute!" He purred, setting down his dogs so he could sit down and get swarmed by them. They fought over the spot in his lap, and he just laughed blissfully.

Leo shuffled over and stole the spot from the tipping dogs, nestling and nuzzling his way closer.

"Hey, so, where are you from, anyway?" He asked, smiling over at him.

"Oh, you probably don't know it..." He laughed, smiling weakly.

"No, I'm pretty good. I work for clients who live around the world." He smiled, petting the little Yorkie. "Go ahead, even if it's some small place in Africa, I bet I'll know it."

He gave a weak smile. "...A-Atlantis?"

He laughed.

"No, really." He replied, looking over at him.

"....r-really." He smiled weakly.

Tony just laughed again.

"Come on, kid. Stop messin' with me."

"...But I'm not kidding?" He cocked his head slightly.

"...by the way, do you want some clothes, kid?" He asked, attempting to divert the subject to something more normal.

He laughed, and made his smile once more. "Okay, yeah." He hummed softly. "....but uh, what are clothes?"

"...are you sure you aren't strung out?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...I also don't know what that means, but I just... M-My country is... different. For sure." This act was not going to hold up...

"...I guess your English is just bad?" He said, despite the kid's English sounding pretty much fine. He walked back into his room and retreived an old t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. He tossed them at him. "Here, put these on."