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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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Tough words.

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I'm a tough kind of guy.

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And talking big's your superpower.

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Being short and cute is yours.

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[ frowns a bit, lifting his head away from riku's chest to stare up at him. ]

I'm still growing.

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[ looks away, snorting. ]

Yeah, I'm sure you'll gain a few centimeters in the next century or so.

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But it's still growth.

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Don't worry, I like you being short and cute. I'd be lost without my human armrest, after all.

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Glad to know just how highly I'm valued.

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[ smooshes rob's face back into his chest with a hand. ]

I do it out of love.

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[ there's a soft oomph followed by words muffled against riku's chest. ]

That's the standard excuse.

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[ squeezes him closer. ]

Ouch. You pain me so.

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[ gives his side a pat in a let me up type motion. still huffing against his chest: ]

Don't use the pity card so soon.

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[ just keeps him there, smiling down at the top of his head. ]

But I'm so sensitive.

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[ gives his side a stronger smack. ]

Ageless, not anaerobic!

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[ tries not to laugh, face pushed into his own shoulder briefly before letting him go. ]

So rude. Here I was, just wanting to give you all of my affection.

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[ breathes in a few times, but doesn't pull away entirely, shifting a bit to get into a more comfortable position against him yet again. ]

I would prefer that to be done with the addition of food.

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[ keeps his hold on rob as he moves further down the couch, enough so that he can lay down with his back resting on the armrest. tilts his head to look down at him. ]

What a glutton.

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[ snorts softly. ]

Growing, remember?

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Sideways, maybe.

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Nope. Sora didn't like us horizontally big.

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Or vertically for that matter.

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I'm hoping that's a mistake.

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[ pats his head gently. ]

Considering his initial goal in mind, I highly doubt it.

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I wonder how he forgot that he'd keep aging, even if we didn't.