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[ yawns and stretches as he sits on the edge of the bed, his back to the female who is slowly starting to get dressed. flops backwards to peer up at her, giving some snide remark before she pops him on the nose with a hand in retribution. forgoes the shirt he was reaching for, instead rolling off the mattress to playfully plead with her to stay for a few more hours, though the joke is already lost once she steps into the bathroom to fix her hair.

grins a bit at that but dutifully moves out of her way, making a beeline back to his bedroom. lazily scratches at his already-frizzy hair as he leans against the doorway, not paying much attention to anything in particular. eventually his expression grows dimmer, eyes going up to the ceiling before they narrow slightly. finds himself unable to throw away the feeling of uneasiness that nestles into the pit of his stomach, almost as if something terrible had happened without him knowing. ]

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[ steps back to reach for the water bottle again with his head turned elsewhere. ]

Mm. Want a sandwich?

[ reaches over to gently ruffle his hair, keeping it there as he says: ]

If you're offering, sure.

[ & then removes the hand to wander off to his bedroom. ]

[ pats at the bruise on his face experimentally. after deciding that the pain is bearable, he starts moving, poking into every nook & cranny to keep himself busy as he puts together something to eat for the both of them. ]

[ uses a hand to shut his door half-way when he enters, examining the state of his room. face falls into something more melancholy as he begins to think, still unsure if what he said and did was the correct thing(s) to do. slowly begins to pick up discarded clothing, ones that belong to him and a few others that do not.

frowns down at the bed, deciding to strip it and toss the sheets into the hamper. quickly fishes around for his spare, swiftly putting everything in place then straightens the bed once more. ]

[ emerges from his room while tugging a t-shirt over his head, expression going back to his usual. stands in the entrance of the kitchen but does not speak, instead his arms crossing over his chest as he leans on the doorway in silence, giving anthony's back a fond but far-off look. ]

[ doesn't notice tony standing there until he's completely done. with the sandwiches done at a record time, he'd taken it upon himself to clean up the area as well, rendering it into something only a step away from sparkling. leans away to give his work a pleased look-over & turns-- ]

[ JUMPS BACK. ]

Hrk--!

[ raises his eyebrows but does not look fazed in the least. peers into the kitchen, letting out an low whistle. ]

Wow. Forget a cleaning service, I should just have you move in with me and live here as my live-in maid.

T-Today is just. Special service.

[ nudges toward the food on the counter. ] Food?

[ walks towards said counter, reaching out to pick up the plate. leans down to give a small, affectionate nuzzle to the top of anthony's head. ]

Thank you.

[ tilts his head upward at the nuzzle, feeling compliant enough to be honest. ]

Welcome. Just go shop. Soon.

[ plants a kiss there before turning to his food to nom at it. ]

You should go shopping with me. [ begins to make his way to the couch. ] I usually eat out but I should probably stop doing that.

[ covers his face with a hand when tony leaves, breathing in deep. then trails after to the couch after plucking the water bottle from the counter once again. ]

You don't have to stop. If you like flab.

[ throws his head back and laughs at that. ]

That's why I have to have you here, chocobo!

[ allows himself to smile when he's certain that tony can't see it. ]

Pass. Not cooking everyday for a growing guy.

[ chuckles quietly and shakes his head fondly. keeps on eating his food. ]

Guess it's not written in the stars for me to be spoiled, then.

[ expression falls briefly before it recovers. settles into the spot next to tony against the armrest at last, staring at the blank TV screen in thought. ]

Aren't you?

[ eyes flicker elsewhere for a split second. puffs out his chest a bit after the brief faltering. ]

Sure, with the ladies.

[ relaxes a bit when the topic is more familiar. ]

You're very loved. Says the rumour mill.

[ chews on his sandwich some more and shrugs. ]

Eh, I guess.

[ peers at. ]

Untrue?

[ waves the sandwich around a bit, just for show. ]

True in a lot of ways, but I wouldn't call it "loved" or "spoiled". You reserve that for special people in your life.

. . . [ leans away a little to slump against the armrest, mumbling quietly, almost to himself. ]

Like you, then.

[ picks up on it easily enough due to their proximity. places his food on the plate, gaze fond and gentle as he lifts a hand to brush it up against anthony's face. ]

Like you, too.

[ turns his head to nuzzle against the hand a little, lifting his own to grasp at it. shakes his head, feeling a surge of uncharacteristic frustration. ]

No. You're-- Just. [ sighs, releases tony's hand. ] More than you know.

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