Eh, this is simply a strange idea that popped into my head while I was trying to go to sleep
Also merry Christmas, I was going to do a Christmas thing but I had no ideas
Whoops
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Alexander's pov

   "Alex...just get another bottle." The taller man was attempting to reason with the smaller who was being his stubborn self.

   "No there's some left! I know it!" I shouted back, still vigorously shacking the ketchup bottle, attempting to get out any last drop that was left in the bottle.

   "Alexander, th-" Before the words could leaves his's lips a glob of ketchup landed in his hair, silence took over the room as the duo just looked at each, that silence was quickly killed when a shriek left his lung once he realized what happen.

   Without hesitation he shot to the bathroom and hoped in the shower, not even caring that he was fully clothed; I continued after him, somewhat fearfully.

   "I'll get you a towel and more clothes." I muttered quickly grabbing the things he spoke of.

~Timeskip to after John gets out the shower~

   "Alexander." He started, his tone being grim and slightly menacing.

   "Yes?" I asked, somewhat worried, if there was one thing you never do: it's mess up John's hair.

   "You're sleeping in the couch." He said blankly, tossing a blanket on the couch, which I was sitting on.

   "Babe, I'm sorry." I said sympathetically, the couch isn't the worse place to sleep on, if you don't mind clinging to the edge of it for your life, that is.

   "You're still sleeping on the couch, goodnight Hamilton." And with that he went up the stairs, disappear in the darkness of our bedroom.