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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 12, 2012 20:03:15 GMT -5
"Too late," Xavier says, gaze drifting towards the kitchen. Pushing up onto his toes, he nips at one of Pierce's ears. "And I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be: with you."
Pulling away, he turns toward the kitchen to go serve his stir fry. "Now, if you're done panicking, it's time to eat."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 13, 2012 11:31:31 GMT -5
“O-oh.” Pierce flushes at that and stammers something of an acquiescence. He distantly finds himself hoping this unplanned interruption doesn’t go horribly, horribly wrong somehow. It wasn’t every day people showed up to his house to make dinner and Pierce... didn’t have much of an entertainment anything.
There was no TV in the living room, just an old white sofa, a glass top coffee table with books under it and his laptop on top. That was it. No games, no movies, occasionally the bizarre bout of obscure techno music but otherwise his apartment had always been very quiet.
He lingers at the bathroom door for a moment, uncertain, before quietly trailing after Xavier. “What did you make?”
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 13, 2012 14:56:08 GMT -5
"Chicken and vegetable stir fry," Xavier says, dishing food out onto a pair of plates he scrounged up. "Simple, but sweet. It's a good thing I didn't plan for anything fancier, your kitchen is severely understocked."
Turning with a plate in each hand, he levels an accusing look at Pierce before handing him a generously heaped plate of steaming spiced chicken and veggies.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 13, 2012 16:04:01 GMT -5
“Oh my,” Pierce utters when Xavier hands him the rather large amount of food. He stares at it, squinting suspiciously at the bits of chicken and vegetables as if they were utterly alien to him. In many ways, it was.
“T-this is a lot,” he says rather pathetically. “Do people really eat this much?”
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 13, 2012 16:16:34 GMT -5
"They do when they don't eat enough and their boyfriend makes them dinner," Xavier says, trying to curl his free arm around Pierce and playfully bump the sides of their hips together. He does so like touching Pierce. The novelty of it never wears off.
"But," he adds, "If you don't eat it all now, you can always have the leftovers tomorrow."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 13, 2012 16:56:19 GMT -5
Pierce blushes and stutters, flustered at the touch. He doesn’t think he’s ever going to stop being surprised at any and all physical contact Xavier initiates. He’s still not entirely over the fact that Xavier was in his house! And so much food!
“Uhm, okay,” he says in a small, guilty voice, glancing down at the arm around him awkwardly.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 13, 2012 19:19:32 GMT -5
Nuzzling Pierce's shoulder affectionately, Xavier releases him again and occupies his newly freed hand with a fork. "Now eat."
Xavier chooses to settle down on Pierce's couch to enjoy his meal, kicking off his shoes and propping his feet up on the immaculately clean coffee table. Why not eat where you're most comfortable, huh? He certainly prefers dining on his own couch to sitting at the small dining table in his apartment.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 14, 2012 11:12:24 GMT -5
The look Pierce gives Xavier when he puts his feet up on the coffee table is one of mixed emotions although exasperated acceptance was the one that prevailed in the end. Phobia had had roommates after all. If Xavier ever decides to trek around his house with muddy boots on then Pierce would do a proper panicked dance.
Plus, the red head made free food and, well. It was free food that Pierce was still eying suspiciously, mind. Was it drugged? He hadn’t felt any Deception from Xavier. If he refused, Xavier was probably going to make him eat it anyways. Better get drugged with some dignity then. He fetches the fork and goes to sit on the opposite end of the couch from Xavier, looking mildly perturbed.
“We can watch something on the internet?” he offers tentatively after a moment, delicately spearing some of the vegetables.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 14, 2012 14:49:07 GMT -5
Shortly after Pierce sits down, he is no longer on the opposite end of the couch from Xavier, as the younger man scoots over until their knees almost touch.
Mouth already stuffed full of meat and veggies, it takes him a moment to answer Pierce. "Sure, why not?" He looks around the apartment again. "You really don't have a TV?"
Not that Xavier can really say anything. He doesn't even have a proper computer, just a phone. Plus he rarely even watches TV. He spends most of his free time cooking, reading poetry, and stalking Pierce.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 14, 2012 15:18:44 GMT -5
Reaching over to open his laptop and turn it on, he answers with a slight shrug,“Well, no.” Pierce had grown up on reading. It was computers and books that’d raised him and it was computers and books that’d kept him company. Buying a TV was rather pointless too when one was happy with a small screen- and he didn’t have friends to entertain nor family to distract.
If it were anything other than human, Phobia might have even considered it his dream life. Just fading in and out of existence to watch unnoticed as the world goes by.
“Is there anything in particular you like watching?” he asks, eying the distance between their knees dubiously as he nibbles on the vegetables.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 14, 2012 15:38:01 GMT -5
"Hmm... Can you find any horror movies?" Xavier is a budding serial killer. His personal morals definitely don't include not pirating films.
Xavier's plate of food rapidly disappears into his gullet, and he somehow manages not to drop anything on himself, though he does have to wipe a dribble of juice from the corner of his mouth. Not the most refined eater, this one.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 14, 2012 16:11:54 GMT -5
Pierce meanwhile, is the very picture of propriety, taking his time and daintily nibbling on the proffered food as if it were thin leaflets of gold instead of chicken and carrot. It wasn’t bad. The amount of food was just a bit intimidating for someone who has snacked for a lot of his life.
“Horror movies?” he asks once he’s done chewing. “I’m afraid I’m not particularly familiar with the genre. Suggestions? Or shall we roulette this?”
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 14, 2012 20:19:33 GMT -5
Xavier shrugs. "Doesn't really matter to me, as long as people are scared and die." Horror movies make him laugh. Silly terrorized humans, dying horribly. He grins, a tad wickedly. "Let's take a chance, see what turns up."
He drops his empty plate onto the coffee table, then promptly drapes a thick arm around Pierce's thin shoulders.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 15, 2012 14:05:06 GMT -5
“Roulette it is.” He types in a search site for movies and clicks into the ‘Horror’ genre section- and then gets way-sided by the hug. “Eep!” This was how the rest of the week was going to be wasn’t it? He was going to get a snuggly red-headed fiend in his house, making him food and hugging him and- well.
… The food could still be drugged though.
“W-what have you been up to? Other than following me home, I mean,” Pierce asks, giving Xavier a pointed look.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 15, 2012 15:08:58 GMT -5
"Well," Xavier starts, then pauses with a sting of not-quite-guilt. Averting his eyes, he rests his head against Pierce's shoulder and tickles his neck with his fingers in an attempt at distraction.
"Oh, nothing much," he says casually. Too casually? He points at the screen. "Hey, how about that one?"
'Cannibal Cabin'? Sounds fun!
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