There are certain hazards when living with a serial killer. Unfortunately for Mali, he was not aware that those hazards extended to the kitchen.
"Hey Danny boy, I'm going to get myself some ice cream, do you want-" What had started off as a normal question ended in more of a scream. "What the hell is that?"
Daniel looked over from the couch, and upon seeing his boyfriend's reaction he stood and walked lazily into the kitchen. "What's what?"
Mali pointed inside of the freezer. "That! What the hell is that thing?"
"Oh." Daniel's casual reaction was a stark contrast to Mali's complete and total spazzing. "That would be a hand."
"I see that!"
"Well then why did you as-"
"What the hell is a severed hand doing in our freezer?"
"It's freezing. You don't want to keep these things just laying around, they'll get all-"
"You don't keep them in the freezer either!"
Daniel crossed his arms. "Are you even going to let me complete a sentence, or are you going to keep overreacting about everything?"
"I'm not overreacting! Daniel there is a severed hand next to the ice cream!"
"It's in a plastic bag."
"It's a severed hand!"
"That it is."
"What the hell are you going to do with a severed hand? Why did you even keep that?"
"I thought maybe I could use it for something." Daniel looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "I'm not really sure actually."
"So you're keeping it?"
"In the freezer?"
"Next to food?"
"It looks that way. Is there... something wrong with that? You seem distressed."
Mali stared at Daniel, wondering how the hell he had come to think this was an acceptable thing to do. "AAAUUUUUGH!"
"So I take it-"
"I'm going out for ice cream! I can't eat that!" Mali slammed the freezer door shut and stalked off to grab his coat.
"Well if you're going out can you pick me up-"