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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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More education is never bad.

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[ reaches out to nab the last piece of sandwich, noming it. ]

Mmph. At least he'd listen to my lectures, I guess.

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Exactly. Win-win for both of you.

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Will you be attending my lessons as well?

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[ quirks an eyebrow. ]

If you want the moral support.

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[ nudges his nose against rob's head. ]

But I want to hear you call me "Mister Riku".

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[ huffs a quiet noise of amusement. ]

Just "Riku" doesn't cut it anymore?

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[ sets the sandwich on the plate after he takes one more bite, setting it elsewhere. tugs him into a full hug. ]

Not right now.

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[ wiggles into place, turning his head so that his ear's resting right above riku's heart with one arm wrapped around the other's waist. ]

Maybe later then.

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[ shoulders drop a little, tugging him closer in emphasis. ]

But I need it now. My "Mister Riku" levels are dropping at a rapid rate.

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[ snorts softly. ]

Didn't you get that enough from your students?

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It's not the same.

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It'll be a surprise.

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I'm too old for surprises.

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[ rubs his nose into riku's chest a bit. ]

Nah. You're fine.

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Really? I'm not too much of an old man for you?

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[ relaxes against him further. ]

You never will be.

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[ huffs out in amusement, rubbing his back gently. ]

Well d'uh. I'm an elf now, remember?

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Yeah. So we'll just pretend to get old together.

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I'll be sure to buy you a cane in seventy years.

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A wheelchair would be more amusing. And multi-use.

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Huh. Then you can have the wheelchair, lazy. I'll keep on trucking with my cane.

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We can bet a favour per race we have. [ a short pause. ] You're going to be owing me favours for the rest of the century.

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I said I'd have a cane, but I never said that I couldn't run.

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Doesn't change anything. Don't underestimate my wheelchair abilities.