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[ he's not really surprised to come home to an empty house, even on a saturday. he doesn't even need to call riku to know where he is; instead, he rolls his eyes to the ceiling in a long-suffering manner as he moves over the kitchen table to set the costco-bought cookies for riku's monday class. then he goes about his usual rituals: checking the fridge, making a note on the portable white-board on what they need to go shopping for, pouring himself a bowl of cereal & peeking in the bathroom to check on the ducks.

he spends a good ten minutes petting them (quack, quack) before he remembers the cereal -- now soggy. but he eats it anyway, slipping on his reading glasses to flip through the latest science journal that sora had received a free subscription while tucked into the corner of the couch, waiting for riku to get home. ]

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[ uses his free hand to pinch rob's cheek. ]

With this baby face? Nonsense.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ elbows again while turning his head at the same time in hopes of dislodging that hand. ]

Inside's what counts.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

[ pulls at his cheek a little before removing the hand to pat the side of his face instead. ]

Don't come crying to me when you're still given a kid's menu when you're fifty years old.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ picks up the sandwich to smoosh it against riku's mouth. ]

Correction: I'll at least pass for a teenager.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

[ makes a mmph sound at the impact. takes a big bite out of it, chewing and swallowing before replying: ]

Still funny.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ takes a bite out of the sandwich himself, chewing thoughtfully (lazily). then answers: ]

Only until you get arrested for pedophilia.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

No, it's your idiot brother who would be arrested on the spot.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

He and I look about the same.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

That's not the point.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

We all know Oliver looks five. You just want to be mean.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

I'm just speaking the truth.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

Then you can explain to Oliver why they're forbidden.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

No way. I'm not suffering through his kicked baby animal look.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

I guess he'll learn when Child Services take him in.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'll try to introduce him to someone who looks closer to his age. Someone smarter, too.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

That someone will grow up too. Then we're back at the original problem.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

Not unless we use your super secret elf potion.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ raises a brow. ]

You're going to take a five-year-old from their parents and make them immortal?

[historytype.livejournal.com]

We'll let them age up a little bit. About ten years old should do.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

They might fall out of love. Want someone more mature. [ a short pause. ] Still haven't solved the kidnapping problem.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

I take it back. Oliver is doomed forever.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, he doesn't realize that. Let's keep it that way.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

[ puts his head back down on top of rob's, humming a little. ]

If all else fails then he can stay with us.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ smiles a bit. ]

I don't think he'd mind that too much.

[historytype.livejournal.com]

[ plays with a few strands of rob's hair. ]

We'll just tell people that he's our kid. Nobody would question it.