projectroxas | (no subject)

DS. [ pauses. thinks. blinks. ] . . . She knows how to play?

I dunno. You'd know better than I would.

[ makes a sound of consideration before turning back to his task. points to the table & chairs set just outside the kitchen region. ]

Sit there, then. Won't take long.

Oh boy!

[ trots out of the kitchen to sit down on one of the chairs. pauses, staring in thought... then grabs that chair to place it inside the kitchen. plops down on it, staring up at anthony with a big stupid smile on his face. ]

[ sighs & shakes his head fondly. yawns a little while he wordlessly gets to work, letting the noodles cook while putting together the sauce to the side. ]

[ leans forward a bit to rest his forearms on his knees, watching anthony carefully. ]

You tired? I could fix the rest if you'd like.

[ looks up from where he's stirring the sauce. lifts up his free arm to flex it lazily. ]

The force is with me.

[ watches him for a moment before standing, taking two steps forward to stand behind him. reaches to wrap his arms around his waist, nuzzling his nose into his hair. ]

Oh yeah?

[ face reddens, but feels too tired to properly freak. grunts a bit. ]

Shouldn't doubt your master, padawan.

[ peeks down at him. ]

Oh? You're into the master-servant thing, then? That's interesting, didn't cap you off as the type to play those kinds of games!

[ starts groping around for something to swat at him with again. ]

. . . Dirtying Star Wars. I've raised you wrong.

[ releases a hand to catch that wrist. brings it up to brush his lips against the skin. ]

If you got what I meant, then you're just as dirty.

[ ... finds enough energy to blush full-force at those particular words & the gesture. tries to yank his hand away, glancing left & right as he starts fidgeting for freedom without upsetting the pots. ]

That! Not! Everyone knows--?!

[ rakes his teeth against his wrist, pulling him a bit closer. ]

I doubt Alyssa would've gotten it.

[ emits one of his customary HRK noises & starts flapping the fingers of his caught hand to slap at tony's nose the best he can. ]

She wouldn't even get Star Wars!

[ grunts when he's hit, holding on a bit tighter. ]

No?

[ yelps & tries to shove him backwards a bit. ]

No! Probably! Too old! Maybe just the new ones. . . ?

[ laughs and just uses that attempt at shoving to instead pull him closer. tilts his head and chomps down lightly on anthony's ear with a grin, his other hand attempting to wiggle up underneath his shirt. ]

[ suddenly pops up beside them with a loud whine to accompany it. tugs on their sleeves, giving them both a giant pout and big doe eyes. ]

Aw, why are you guys playing without me! I wanna play too, play too!

[ & then she chomps down on tony's arm, mimicking his previous action. ]

[ yelps at the pain and removes himself fully from both of them, stumbling back a bit into the chair behind them. ]

[ fkjkjafkjg-- then jumps when alyssa's voice registers in his mind enough to lower the embarrassment-turned-panic. takes deep breaths when he feels tony separating from him, slowly losing the strength in his legs. decides to prevent an accident & simply lowers himself to the ground. looks up at alyssa with gratitude. ]

Lyssa. Hi. Than-- M-Meatballs?

[ blinks at them both, a finger to her lips... then beams down at anthony and squats down in front of him to begin singing: ]

On top of spagheeetti~ All covered in cheese~! I lost my poor meatbaaaall, when somebody sneeeeezed~

[ blinks, but sings along dutifully. ]

It rolled off the ta-a-able. . . and on to the floor. . . [ sniffs on cue. ]

. . . [ just stares down at them for a long moment. shakes his head and holds up his hands to stop them and get their attention. ]

Okay, no, we're not doing this.

Embrace your inner child.