[Not judgemental, except in the way that almost everything he says seems to turn something over, observe and criticise it in the most casual way possible.]
Fuck, the ham's got herbs on. Do you like [A squint at the pack] Garlic, rosemary and oregano?
If you're sure. I don't want to be fucked over by a herb.
[After the 'breeding facility in an alternate reality' comment, that is the thing he chooses to respond to.
He makes sandwiches like he's on a production line, careless but efficient. Butter, cheese and ham, tomato sliced wafer thin. It's a minute before he gets around to saying anything else, although immediately clear he's been thinking in the meantime.]
[Ellery raises one hand in the air without looking back, shaking it in the universal gesture of 'ish'. It doesn't sound like he's Scott's, beyond some kind of instinct to get sentimental about it.]
I'm not some sort of plant whisperer. You caught me on a bad night.
Consent's boring. People here try to make everything sound like a set of terms and conditions, or a divorce settlement. I the undersigned consent to getting my back blown out three times a week, as signed and witnessed here on this day the third of whatever, somefuckingtime. Jesus. Enthusiasm's fine for me.
[He turns his head then, blinking as if the coffee is an entirely new thing, despite the room slowly starting to smell bitter and dark as Scott's been making it.
And then he removes Scott's cup.]
I'll have it black. You're not having any until after.
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:28 pm (UTC)[Not judgemental, except in the way that almost everything he says seems to turn something over, observe and criticise it in the most casual way possible.]
Fuck, the ham's got herbs on. Do you like [A squint at the pack] Garlic, rosemary and oregano?
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:31 pm (UTC)He goes back to making coffee.]
He's from a breeding facility in an alternate reality using my alternate reality self's DNA. Biologically mine, but not someone I raised.
That ham sounds better than I expected.
[ Butter still weird. ]
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:50 pm (UTC)[After the 'breeding facility in an alternate reality' comment, that is the thing he chooses to respond to.
He makes sandwiches like he's on a production line, careless but efficient. Butter, cheese and ham, tomato sliced wafer thin. It's a minute before he gets around to saying anything else, although immediately clear he's been thinking in the meantime.]
But you still call him yours?
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Date: 2022-08-31 08:56 pm (UTC)[ Automatic, careless banter while he watches the coffee, gets down a couple of mugs and puts away the few dishes in the dish drainer.
He doesn't hesitate to answer the other question, either. ]
Yeah. I would't say we've got a great relationship, but he's mine.
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Date: 2022-08-31 09:02 pm (UTC)I'm not some sort of plant whisperer. You caught me on a bad night.
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Date: 2022-08-31 09:03 pm (UTC)[ Dry and wry as fuck and also he's not so much sentimental as... overly responsible.]
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Date: 2022-08-31 09:15 pm (UTC)[He smiles, a little, head tipped down as he finishes his work.]
Anything else?
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Date: 2022-08-31 09:30 pm (UTC)[ But then: ]
Not that I can think of. How do you want your coffee or would you rather drink something else?
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Date: 2022-09-01 09:41 am (UTC)[He turns his head then, blinking as if the coffee is an entirely new thing, despite the room slowly starting to smell bitter and dark as Scott's been making it.
And then he removes Scott's cup.]
I'll have it black. You're not having any until after.
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Date: 2022-09-06 08:51 pm (UTC)He pours the coffee - both cups black - and while he refrains from drinking he can't not be a smart-ass yet again ]
Because it'll ruin my appreciation of butter?