Fluff

Justin pulled the fluffy down comforter up higher around his neck, he wasn't quite awake yet and his brain was feeling pretty fuzzy. His new perm, the one that Brian hated because it made him look either like he had a blond afro or a like he was a fluffy poodle was slightly squashed from sleeping on it all night burrowed in the big fluffy pillows.

Reaching his hand over to the other side of the large bed, he felt—nothing. Waking just slightly more he heard sounds from the kitchen.

"Justin? How do you want your omelet?"

"High and fluffy, please. You know how I like them."

"OK, Five minutes."

"Fine." He got up. Remembering to pull up the comforter and fluff the pillows before going to the bathroom and getting ready for breakfast.  Using the toilet and washing his face, he dried his face and hands on the big fluffy towel hanging by the sink and headed down to the kitchen but not before he brushed his teeth. He hated that fuzzy feeling on his tongue you get in the morning. He was just going down the stairs when he paused a moment to get his big furry, fluffy bunny slippers with the pink noses and the floppy ears, stopping to put them on. He loved these slippers, they were just so damn—fluffy. In fact, they were warm and fuzzy.

He arrived just as the eggs were ready for the plates, printed with that big fluffy cloud pattern he'd managed to talk Brian into just last week. Damn, if only he agreed to those soft, fuzzy flannel sheets with the sweet little fluffy sheep printed on them. Sure, they generated lots of body heat in bed, but it was hard to keep the loft warm in winter and fuzzy flannel sheets would be wonderful. Brian had snarked that he'd consider it when the started making 600 count flannel. Maybe.

"You know, I'm starting to get used to that new haircut you've been talking about. Peach fuzz might be a good look for you. It could work."

"I don't know, it's sort of, I don't know, just sort of bald. I think I like a softer look, you know? Feathery is always a good look—added volume."

"You wait, as soon as it grows out a bit it'll look plenty soft and fuzzy."

"But we were talking about a nice feathered cut, maybe some softening around the face, just enough to give me that soft look."

They sat down to their big downy omelets, but not before Justin shoved his hand inside of Brian's big soft, fuzzy sweat pants. "Here's something that's not soft."

"And just a little fuzzy."

"But not fluffy…hey, you're getting really buff, you know that?"

"You mean I'm a Fluffy Buffy?"

"A fuzzy buffy fluffy."

"A fuzzy wuzzy buffy fluffy."

"I'm going to yak."

"Now THERE'S a fluffy animal, Justin. Friendly, gentle. Maybe we should get one. Gus would love it."

"I'm serious, I'm gonna hurl."

"Well you know what always settles your stomach."

They spoke in unison; "A Fluffer nutter!"

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