Brendan said nothing. He didn’t call for the other or anything. He simply started to porno and sat down on the couch, very quickly digging into his popcorn an munching on it. Poker face on, he waited to get caught by the owner of the movie.
Gold had been in the kitchen slicing up the pizza that just finished cooking in the oven. He slid the pizza cutter through the fluffy crust. He plopped two pieces onto two separate plates for the both of them, whirling around to stride up to the trainer on his couch. “Hey didja pick so–”
He dropped the two plates, face turning a ted that rivaled Brendan’s shirt color. “H-h-how did you find that.” He pointed, running over to try and eject the dvd.