Within Your Heart

It probably was just coincidence that two crazies decided that they should live together, or perhaps it was by chance that they had met and were set up as partners at Azkaban Prison. Regardless, they were living together for some unfathomable reason, and they had some of the strangest ways of going about things. They were both sick and twisted, and yet every bit of it was not at all seen. They were terribly clean, and constantly professional. Except for perhaps Jolon, who insisted on going out in public at times in his pajama trousers. Though, he was certain it was much more for the fun of it. At least that is what he believed.

Today, there was nothing unmanly about knitting, and Jolly had taken up this rather wonderful "hobby" of sorts, and so he had bits of yarn in a basket, and he was knitting something, this something was terribly awful. The colors were clashing, and Jolly wasn't even sure what he was knitting. It just, went straight for the most part, though there was a meticulous way of how he went about this knitting procedure. Despite the clashing colors there was a pattern to it, and it looked rather perfect in Jolon's mind, there was only one other man he was willing to share his masterpiece with...

"Dante~?"

Dante, for his part, was walking through the kitchen to make sure that everything was still in the most pristine of conditions - as he did countless times every day - and he paused for only the slightest of moments when he heard his flatmate's voice. "Yes Jolon?" he asked, continuing his inspection of the kitchen shelves as he awaited a response - whatever Jolly wanted it probably was not going to require very much of his attention, and there was something about the way the shelves were organized that just felt...wrong!

Jolly walked into the kitchen and shoved the knitted contraption into Dante's hands. "Isn't it wonderful?" He asked his mate, staring at him expecting and hoping. He smiled, and for the moment he was quite happy, though that could change on a whim. Depending on how someone spoke to him, or how Dante spoke to him. His brain was currently filled with butterflies and rainbows. In general very happy things.

Dante looked at the mess of cotton that Jolon shoved into his hands and stared down at it blankly, the surprise at what had just happened being enough to startle him out of his meticulous inspection of their kitchen. "Uhh...what is it?" he replied, having absolutely no idea what it was that Jolon had just thrown at him.

Jolon frowned for a moment, "It's.. Well I don't know what it is, but I made it.." Jolly explained, perking up almost in a moment after his a bit dejected looking frown. "It's pretty isn't it?" One could tell that there was a certain precision and pattern about the "thing" that Jolly had made, despite the clashing of colors. It was just something that his brain made him do, nothing he made himself do. Of course. "Do you not like it?" He asked, hopefully.

Dante looked at Jolon curiously for a moment, knowing from experience just how dangerous the man could get when his feeling were hurt. Besides, this was a great opportunity to delve into the strange mind of his...flatmate, yes just his flatmate - nothing more, he did not have friends. "Yes Jolly, I think it's very pretty." he looked at it for a moment before handing it back to Jolly and saying "I love it, perhaps you could make me one sometime." the words were entirely insincere, but Dante was a master of deceit.

Being handed the piece that he had knitted back to him, Jolon glared and handed it back to Dante. "No. That is for you." He could hear that insincerity in the mans voice. He wasn't an idiot, when he was on a leveled head then he could see through the mans idiotic ruse. Jolon rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You better like it..." He grumbled.

"Oh why thank you." Dante said, looking at the strange woolen mess without any ideas as to what he might possibly do with it. This was probably where he was supposed to say something gushy about how he would cherish it always, but coming from Dante even his previous comment was more than Jolon should have expected.

"You're welcome.." Jolon smiled, his moods changing from one to another in brief seconds. Fleeting moments of normalcy took over him, but not enough to be considered anything significant. He looked over to Dante for a brief moment, and raised an eyebrow at him, and then walked back through the kitchen. "I think.." He put his face down on the cold granite top, there was a spot there, uneven. "You missed a spot..."

Dante's harsh gaze flashed towards the spot that Jolon had indicated, and he replied quietly "I was getting to that side when you arrived to show me your creation." Dante took his wand out of his pocket and said quietly "I think two degrees should do it?" he asked, his voice still measured and quiet.

"I think so..." He agreed on the two degrees, and then looked around a few more sides, just to see if he had missed any spots. Jolon often participated in these things, because he found them entertaining and it was a way to spend time with Dante.

Dante flicked his wand at the countertop and the minute imperfection vanished into beautiful uniformity. "Much better." Dante said, leaning back and running his hand across the cool granite in appreciation - there was nothing like a perfectly kept home.

It was then that Jolon, couldn't help himself lets say. He put his entire palm down on the counter top of the kitchen where he had been standing, looking around he grabbed the sink nearby, and pointed some water right onto the counter top. Making it wet, he wanted to play with Dante's OCD nature, and it wasn't like he wasn't completely, he was just a bit off his rocker.

Dante turned just in time to see what Jolon was doing, and a vein protruded from his temple as he forced himself to remain within control. "What are you doing Jolly?" Dante asked, forcing himself to remain calm enough to keep from screaming.

"Me?" He asked as if that wasn't already obvious, he pointed more water and dirtied up the counters more, and then he went to the floor, wanting everything to be wet so that Dante could freak out. "Oh nothing in particular, just a social experiment." He grinned.

Dante's eyes narrowed as he looked at Jolon darkly and said "Be careful dabbling in my line of work Jolly, I may decide I want to give yours a try." His tone was one of jest, but Dante was quite serious - he would not tolerate anyone messing up his pristine kitchen - not even Jolon.

"Then give it a try." Jolon grinned, his eyes suddenly filled with malice, he looked so very happy doing this, pissing off Dante was something very wonderful. He chuckled, and folded his arms as he continued pouring the water everywhere. "Heheheheh~"

Dante was now convulsing from suppressed fury as he stared as Jolon continuing to ruin his pristine kitchen, his eye twitching as he pleaded - completely devastated by this point - "Please stop!"

Seeing the pain in Dante's eyes didn't make Jolly want to stop, but instead keep going. "I do enjoy this social experiment, it pleases me quite well..." He purred maliciously, feeling quite up to his evil antics today.

Dante finally could not take it anymore, and he lunged forwards and closed his fingers around Jolon's throat as he growled "I swear Jolly, you'd better stop this right now or I swear to god I'll...I'll..." Dante didn't know what he was going to do - but it would be bad, he knew that much! No one messed up his perfect kitchen!

Being lunged at and grabbed at by the throat, Jolon's eyes widened, and he grinned more widely. He looked quite content with this set of actions that Dante was displaying. "You're gonna do what..?" He asked in a heated whisper, egging the other on. Wanting to be choked only more.

Dante looked rather curious for a moment before admitting "I don't know - I've never really thought it through prior to now." This was something he really should have planned out in advance - but of course he had absolutely nothing.

"Well in that case.." Jolon let go of the water that he had been pouring all over the kitchen, to grab onto Dante's throat and choke him down. "Allow me to show you what I'm going to do." It was never really good to put Dante and Jolly into the same room, they always tended to do something to irritate each other and then physically hurt one another.

Dante sputtered when Jolon grabbed his throat and tightened his grip on the other man's throat. He did not have the slightest idea what Jolon was intending to do, but whatever it was that Jolon was going to do he was going to do it right back!

Jolon tightened his grip only more, his nails digging into the man's neck mercilessly. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he wasn't about to tell Dante that he didn't know what he was going to do, and so slowly, he leaned into the man, and something clicked inside of him, he felt this was for some reason necessary and he ran his tongue over Dante's cheek.