choso

Watching movies with Choso at your place every weekend had become something almost sacred. Your little movie nights were a tradition, a routine you both looked forward to week after week.

With his legs stretched out on the coffee table, wrapped snugly under a blanket with you beside him, Choso felt at peace. His attention was fixed on the screen, fixated in the kissing scene between characters in the movie unfolding before him.

"What if we tried that?" His voice broke the silence, accompanied by the sound of him grabbing a handful of popcorn. He turned to you, chewing slowly.

Choso's gaze returned to the TV, readjusting his position on the couch. "Just for fun," he added casually, as if testing the waters.