Third Floor Common Room; Early Saturday Evening.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, there was just a simple solution to most problems. Take now. Chad was feeling both bored and hungry. As a rule, he didn't actually like much TV, and they didn't get Spontaneous Trips in the States and he'd exhausted his Carnivorous Kingdom collection, he was was left with MTV, hoping that maybe they might decide to start playing music again.

But they were playing a reality show. A model reality show. America's Most Smartest Model, to be specific, which should have just been background noise while he made himself (and anyone else who came in) some enchiladas, but...it was sucking him in.

And he was thinking he could total sweep the floor with half of these, on both the runway and the competition. He wasn't 11th in his class at Karakura for nothing, after all; he just didn't let on about that very well in regular conversation.

[[ dear tv producers: stop making addictive modeling reality shows; k thnx. Oh, and so totally open, omg ]]

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[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy raised an eyebrow at the TV. "And? Is it working?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad shook his head. "I could sweep the floor with most of 'em," he said, with a shift in his posture that looked suspiciously like a pose. "'Cept maybe that guy. Or that one. They're not doin' too bad."

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Teddy snickered, putting an arm around Chad's waist. "Dork. You'd kick their too."

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Chad grinned a little, fueled by both the arm and the compliment. "Yeah? You think so?"

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"Oh yeah," Teddy replied, corners of his mouth quirking up in a grin. "Tall, muscular, good at looking pretty? You're born to be a model."

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"Aww, you're just saying that," Chad said, unconsciously calling up a faint ember of Pippi, "'cause it's true. But don't forget the smart part....That's what this show's supposed to be about."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"That was assumed," Teddy replied teasingly.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Taken as a given?" He really hoped Teddy said yes to that, otherwise he might just have to be a tad bit depressed.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy grinned and went up on his toes to give him a kiss. "Duh."

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"Good answer," Chad replied, grinning a little as he leaned down to help him out a bit with that kissing.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Does this mean I'll get to call you my model boyfriend instead of my cheerleading boyfriend," Teddy asked, wrapping his arms around Chad's neck to stay in kissing distance.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"...How come football boyfriend never came up?" Chad asked, pouting just slightly, putting aside food for now because boyfriend was better than food at the moment and he had a forehead to rest against Teddy's.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Fine," Teddy replied with mock exasperation. "I'll add football playing boyfriend to the list. But only because I like ogling you when you play."

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"You like ogling me whenever," Chad commented. He was maybe getting to like this attention a bit too much. "Admit it."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy tilted his head thoughtfully. "Maybe. Just a little."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"That's okay, then," Chad said. "'Cause then I don't have to feel bad about maybe ogling you, too. Just a little."

Even if Teddy didn't give Chad nearly as many opprotunities.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

It was much like the pants rule. Teddy's shirt stayed on in public. He got nervous when people stared and had a tendency to think he had a sign on his back or something.

"Then what am I? Your alien boyfriend?" Teddy asked, leaning up for another kiss.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"That," Chad said, kissing Teddy back without a single problem, "or maybe just the best boyfriend."

See? Chad was smart.

...At times.