100 Puppies and Dragons

Obsession

Joey picked up one of the dragon statuettes from the brunet's dresser and turned toward him. "Ya know, ya really shoulda talked t' your therapist about your dragon obsession before ya fired him."

"Like hell. I know it's unhealthy," Seto snapped, scowling, and leaned his head in his hand. "I don't need some quack telling me so when I already know; why waste time?"

"…Can ya even walk past a white dragon bobble and not buy it?"

The brunet glared at him. "Yes, I can walk past a white dragon bobble and not buy it!"

Joey hummed and tilted his head, glancing at the long line of statuettes also sitting atop his dresser.

"…Most of the time. If it's one I already have."

"I think ya might need help," the blond mumbled, placing the dragon back between the other two—Seto was very particular about where he wanted his dragons.

Always.

"Oh, speaking of which, I got another dragon."

"GAH?" Joey spun toward him, sputtering in surprise and outrage. "Seto, ya gotta have hundreds of these things already—"

"Nine hundred and fifty-three," Seto replied, walking over to his dresser and carefully moving a couple of them out of the way as he held up the small bag his newest statuette was in. "—Fifty-four."

"I can't believe you'd—" Joey began, nearly disgusted at the wastes of money (some of these poses were only off by a scale or two). Still, he understood that sometimes lots of money made people crazy, and if Seto wasn't crazy, he was at least a little stupid. "Seto, if that's another one in that stupid 'RAWR I'MMA DRAGON' poses, I'm gonna—Huh?"

The new dragon… was black.

And, as he watched his lover carefully pick one of the white dragons and place it so the two were curled together, bowed necks shaped like a heart, the blond could only come to the conclusion that Seto's obsession was adorable.

Especially when, as the weeks progressed, more and more black dragon statuettes began appearing on his dresser, cuddled up to the white ones that had until then been alone.