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[ flop; head goes back to rest on rob's shoulder as his eye twitches. ]

But now I don't think those brats deserve anything.

[ turns his head to press his nose into riku's hair, speaking against the strands, sounding a little amused: ]

Is there a story in there, or just the usual?

[ animosity is clear when he says, a little flatly: ]

Texting is the devil's work.

[ raises a brow. ]

I don't know, it's a pretty useful piece of modern technology.

Not when you're trying to lecture.

[ hums in a considering manner. ]

If you add in more violence, they might be more interested.

[ grumbles, wrapping his arms around rob's waist to pull him closer. ]

No, my lessons are great enough already.

[ drops his hand from riku's hair down to the other's back, patting it soothingly. ]

Not to the puberty hormones.

[ holds on a bit tighter, huffing. ]

I'll knock it out of them sooner or later.

If you know how to knock out adolescent hormones, you'd be world-renowned.

And filthy rich. Then we can buy our own island and live there forever instead.

We can already do that.

I'd rather make the money myself.

[ pauses before he says i make money too-- & simply shakes his head. ]

That'll take a lot of children to suffer through.

Good thing the current generation today doesn't listen to anything in Sex Ed, then. [ glances down to the floor, removing himself to pick up the bowl of cereal. turns back to rob. ] An act of desperation?

[ rests his head against riku's shoulder, turning his face so that it's faced away from the other. ]

Pre-meal snack.

[ slowly cracks a smile, lifting his free hand to ruffle rob's hair a little. ]

What's that? You can't stand anyone else's cooking except for mine? How sweet.

[ smacks at his back. ]

Putting words in my mouth. We talked about this.

[ opens his mouth, closes it. debates heavily on saying what he really, really wants to say, instead holding it back for now to instead lift himself up to begin his trek towards the kitchen. speaks as he goes: ]

So what'll it be? Soup? Salad? Sandwich? Gruel?

[ lazes on the couch for a bit longer. ]

We don't have enough for gruel. Maybe just a sandwich.

[ shakes his head a little, opening the fridge to begin his search. ]

Did you visit Anna today?

Yeah, he looked well. He wanted me to deliver a message on top of the 'hi' though.

Oh? What kind of message would that be?

To just ask him for help the next time you're on cookie duty.

But a man has his pride to uphold.