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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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[ just shoves it into rob's mouth. ]

. . . !!

[ hrrmph is the noise he makes, trying to chew around it, or spit it out. whatever comes first. ]

[ puts his hand in front of his companion's mouth, making sure he doesn't spit it out. ]

Delicious, isn't it? I have a lot more where that came from.

[ manages somehow to chew & swallow. snorts when he can. ]

Keep it. I think soup might be better.

[ removes the hand, shifting it back to rob's hair. strokes the strands as he quirks an eyebrow upward. ]

I'll make sure to leave dinner up to you, then.

You misunderstand. I'm giving you suggestions.

Oh, no, I insist.

Fine. Then I decline.

I suppose we'll starve to death, then.

Or you could cook.

[ goes limp in a dramatic attempt to show off his exhaustion. ]

Let's order Chinese food instead.

I have delicate digestive systems. Sora made it so.

Have plain white rice. I hear it's pretty good.

You can have that. I'd like homemade soup.

Japanese? Thai? Italian? Mexican? Anything I don't have to cook?

[ a pause. ]

Are you really tired?

[ groans a little in reply, pulling rob into another hug, as if he were a stuffed animal. ]

Give me an hour or five.

[ scoots up a bit to nose at riku's neck. ]

. . . Pizza?

[ tilts his head a bit. ]

But what about your poor, delicate stomach?

I'll endure its complaints.

Yeah, and then I'll have to endure your complaints for the rest of the night.

No, just my stomach's grumbles.

Same difference to me. [ pats his lower back. ] Up. My energy levels are rising for a limited time only.

[ lets up immediately, but peers at his expression nonetheless. ]

How long is it going to last?

[ sits up fully as well, stretching. ]

Dunno. Guess we'll have to wait and find out.