“Babe. Babe, did you write this?”
Yuichi turns to look at Leonardo and, seeing him holding the yard sale sign he was going to laminate and put up a little later, raises a brow.
“Yes. Who else would it have been?”
Leonardo stares at him for a second.
“...what does this sign say?”
Now frowning in concern, Yuichi puts down a box full of old vinyl records he was bringing outside and goes to the slider.
“Leo… are you okay? It says “yard sale”. Have you had enough water today? Do you need to lie down?”
The corner of Leonardo’s mouth twitches. And then he laughs.
Yuichi doesn’t understand.
“Yard sale!” Leonardo wheezes, tipping his head back and covering his eyes with his palm. “No, it says–” he giggles some more before leaning towards Yuichi and bringing the sign right up to his eye level, “–it says yale sale.”
Yuichi stares at the turtle. Then at the sign. Then slowly at the turtle again.
He flushes so hard that the tip of his nose turns bright red.
The sign is promptly snatched from the now bent-over-in-laughter turtle, crumpled into a tight little ball and thrown in the trash. It won’t help anymore, of course – Yuichi knows that Leonardo will undoubtedly bully him for this, probably forever – but it makes him feel a little better.
He smacks his husband upside the head as he goes to leave the room to get a marker and another piece of paper, smugly grinning at the indignant yelp.
It’s okay. He’ll get it right this time.
