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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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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.

[ keeps his hand there, thumb slowly stroking the skin. releases it soon enough but keeps his eyes on anthony regardless. ]

I can know you care without knowing the reasons behind it, can't I?

[ turns to look at him through the corner of his eyes, expression a little conflicted. ]

There aren't any reasons.

[ shrugs awkwardly, feeling like he's spilling too much yet compelled to admit this. ]

But if. . . if there is one. Then probably. . . because you're you.

...

[ when he's had his moment to think he scoots a bit closer, wrapping an arm around anthony's shoulders. the touch is unintrusive, enough to be open for him to do as he wishes. just pulls him close regardless, his nose pressing itself into a patch of hair. ]

Mm. Thank you.

[ shivers a bit, but loops his arms around tony's middle, wishing he could bring himself to say more. sighs quietly. ]

. . . Welcome.

[ rests his chin on top of anthony's head, using his other arm to circle around and connect at the hands. holds him loosely, the slow rocking motions he makes almost too light to be noticed. ]

I'm happy that you're my friend, Anthony. Really happy that we share the same name. [ a pause. chuckles a bit. ] Sort of. Means we're even more connected, yeah?

[ exhales a resigned, amused sound. ]

. . . Mm. Connected. As long as possible would be nice.

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