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“For the last fucking time, dandelions are weeds!” Doc screamed, pacing around the living room furiously enough to leave marks in the carpet.
“Come on, Doccy, they’re not weeds. They’re fantastic herbs, and you can even eat them,’ Hypno countered, not affected too much by Doc’s rage.
“Well, I don’t want to eat any of those goddamned yellow bastards! And I definitely don’t want those things on my lawn!”
Hypno, who was leaning back on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, was still quite calm despite Doc’s raging. Having been his boyfriend for nearly a year, he knew that the cyborg could get insanely worked up at nearly anything. Hypno wasn’t dispositioned to get angry at little things, so he often ended up being the rock of reason. However, sometimes he gave into his more cheeky side and pushed a few of Doc’s buttons, this occasion being one of them.
“You sure you don’t want any dandelion coffee? I’ve heard that it’s actually not that bad.” Perhaps he shouldn’t have been perpetuating this argument, but it was honestly quite a lot of fun to see Doc’s eyes flare up at the mention of such a drink.
“That shit is real? No, I do not want to drink coffee made from stupid weeds, thank you very much!”
“Your loss,” Hypno shrugged, dying of laughter internally.
“I don’t care about whatever shitty coffee you can make with that, I just want those goddamn weeds off my lawn!” the cyborg yelled, gesturing wildly along with it.
“Slight problem with that,” Hypno said, glancing at his watch. “Right now, it’s about half past ten, and it’s pitch-black outside. How about we go to bed first and then figure out what to do about the dandelions?”
“I already know what I’m going to do about the dandelions!” Doc responded, only slightly less agitated than before.
“Yeah, but let’s sleep first. Plus, you have work tomorrow.”
“Fine,” the cyborg grumbled. “But I’m going to pull all of those bastards as soon as I can get out there.”
Doc had to get up early the next day to go to work, muttering about how stupidly long his commute was like he did every day. Hypno couldn’t help himself and offered to make some dandelion coffee. The cyborg death-glared at him for a few moments before turning away and grabbing his normal cup of coffee.
After that, he didn’t bring it up again, and they parted on a slightly better note. Hypno stood up on his toes to give Doc a goodbye kiss before he had to leave, smiling to himself. See, Hypno didn’t have work that day, and he hadn’t made any plans prior to the previous night.
Once he was certain that Doc’s car was out of sight, the man strolled out to the garden shed. It took him a few minutes to gather a pair of gloves, a large plastic bin, and a few kinds of trowels from among all of the junk in the shed. He put on some rock music on his earbuds, nodding along with the beat, and took his materials out to the lawn.
Usually, the back lawn wasn’t as sunny in the morning, so he started there, attacking every dandelion he found at the roots. There weren’t as many of them as Doc complained that there were (having three billion dandelions on their small lawn seemed unlikely), but it was still a fair few. Also, since Doc took such pride in maintaining a high-quality lawn, the grass hid the holes where Hypno was digging up the dandelions from.
It took about two hours to clear out the back and side lawns, and by that time, the sun was beaming down on the ground, making him quite hot. Thankfully, it was about time for lunch anyway, and Hypno stopped inside the house for a few sandwiches and some leftover chips. He wasn’t entirely sure what kind they were, as Doc had an annoying habit of buying the cheap, unlabeled bags of chips, but they were vaguely tasting of barbecue and not too bad.
When he went back outside at about one, trading his t-shirt for a tank top, the front lawn was now shaded, so he focused his efforts there. The playlist also switched to the top of the queue of podcasts that he wasn’t caught up on. For some reason, the dandelions were more stubborn to pull, but true crime podcasts kept him going.
The process also took a lot longer because there were several other types of weeds that Doc hadn’t thought to complain about yet, but Hypno decided to proactively pull anyway. His greatest nuisance was the maple seeds and the seemingly thousands of sprouts that were popping up in the mulch. If it weren’t for the nice shade the maple trees provided, he might have impulsively called someone to cut them down so that he wouldn’t have to pull one more maple sprout.
Additionally, since he was out there anyway, Hypno decided to take care of a few plants that he had been meaning to relocate but hadn’t got to yet. The lamb’s ear was out of control, the marigolds would do better in the back garden than the front landscaping, and the hostas needed to be put in pots to give out to some friends.
He had just finished up cleaning up the potting soil when Doc’s red car turned into the driveway. Almost as soon as the car turned off inside the garage, the cyborg came up to Hypno, walking quickly with confusion on his face. Hypno pulled out his earbuds, instinctively adjusting his sweat-soaked headband as well.
“Okay, tell me if I’m seeing this right,” Doc began. “There’s literally no dandelions on the lawn. Am I losing my mind?”
“I didn’t have work today,” Hypno shrugged, twirling the broom he had been sweeping with in his hands.
“Oh my god…” Doc’s voice trailed off, and his face lit up with gratitude and awe. “You seriously pulled all of them?”
“Both front and back!” Hypno couldn’t help grinning at his accomplishment like a second grader at their attempts at drawing. “You were complaining about it a lot, after all.”
“You did this for me?” The cyborg’s eyes were glistening, and though Hypno knew not to call him out on it, he could have sworn that Doc was tearing up.
“Yeah, pretty much,” he replied, smiling brightly back at his boyfriend.
“You’re, you’re amazing, you know that?”
“You tell me that often.”
“Void, I love you so much,” the cyborg whispered, pressing a kiss just below Hypno’s headband. “Thank you.”
“Love you, too,” Hypno replied. “Say, I’m pretty much done with this, just gotta put the broom away. Then, I’m going to need a nice shower before dinner.”
The perfectly-timed wink told Doc the subtext behind that remark, and it was delicious to see his face flush with a certain type of excitement.
“What a coincidence. I need a shower as well,” he answered, his low voice barely containing his emotions.
“Maybe you’ll join me?” Hypno flirtatiously shrugged, fully aware of what he was doing and absolutely savoring it.
“Fuck, you know I will,” Doc whispered back, wrapping an arm tight around Hypno’s waist as the two walked back to the house.