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[notrosecolored]

No. Corgi.

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...Yeah, okay.

[notrosecolored]

He's a puppy. Come over if you need or want company. I'll stick him in my submissives room if you need me to.

[swanned]

I'll come over. I don't want or need company, you sound like a guidance counsellor.

[notrosecolored]

You don't want or need -

Okay.

Also pretty apt for my job for parts of my life. I guess I'll take it.

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I'm just going to watch you eat a sandwich.

[notrosecolored]

Do you not eat?

[swanned]

Of course I fucking eat, I'm not a ghost.

[notrosecolored]

Or vampire, apparently. Great, we can both eat a sandwich and stare at each other.

[swanned]

Bit weird, but okay.

[notrosecolored]

But you staring at me while I eat isn't weird?

[swanned]

No, it's a test.

[notrosecolored]

Of what?

[swanned]

Numeracy. What do you think it's a test of? Jesus, you went off about never having heard of butter or what the fuck ever, I'm going to make you a proper sandwich.

[notrosecolored]

I forgot that conversation happened. You watching me eat is still weird. You're having a sandwich too. If I hate it you're having two.

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Can't believe you forgot it. And I thought I was the only excitement in your life.

[notrosecolored]

You're the only something in my life.

[swanned]

How romantic. Open the door, then.

[notrosecolored]

[ If it was... someone else he'd probably just say 'it's unlocked'. This guy? No. He gets up, puts Logan in Wade's bedroom and opens the door for him.

Steps back so Ellery can come in.

Run down as hell on the outside, but the inside's pretty nice. Hardwood floors are probably the best feature, it's not exactly decorated but... decent.]

Are you like this with everyone?

[swanned]

[Ellery is holding a tote bag containing half a baguette, a loaf bag with the crust and six slices of bread still in it, the remains of a block of cheese, a stick of butter with knife marks down one side, three tomatoes in a napkin, and a miraculously intact pack of ham.

The bag also has a half used bottle of conditioner, two lighters and a pack of matches, but they're not dinner.

He breezes past Scott as the door opens, chin lifted to take in the surroundings.]

I don't cook for everyone. Why did you move here?

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[ This guy is annoying as hell, but almost impossibly endearing. It's very irritating and confusing, but Scott thinks he likes him.

He closes the door behind Ellery and locks it again. Then nods toward the kitchen. ]


Do sandwiches count as cooking?

[swanned]

Is it polite to get fucking picky with someone who's cooking for you?

[Ellery's already on his way toward the kitchen, too far to catch Scott's nod. But he stops short when he hears the door click.]

Do you always keep that locked?

[notrosecolored]

Mostly. It slows my kid down when he decides to barge in. Do you want it unlocked?

[ Because he'll be a smart ass about sandwiches but he's not going to mess with a situation that might be claustrophobia in someone with abilities (and that plant thing was a clue). It... implies things to him. ]

[swanned]

[There's a beat before his shoulders unlock and he keeps walking as if nothing slowed him down.]

It's a bit "now we're shut in for the night" but it's fine, I suppose. You didn't say you had a fucking toddler. Any reason you keep him locked out in the yard?

[He's reached the kitchen by now, unpacking his mostly half eaten wares.]

[notrosecolored]

[ He heads into the kitchen, too, but puts on coffee instead. ]

He's 18 and his impulsivity isn't much above that of a toddler. He lives in public housing with his dominant but he likes to check in. Often abruptly.