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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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So says the person who still doesn't know how to cook.

But I pay attention to groceries.

But you're unaware of what could be used in place of what we lack.

Ingredients tend to be specific for a reason.

Things become boring and mundane if you don't experiment.

You can add the excitement of adventure in everything but cooking. Cooking is sacred.

[ turns his head away to try and muffle the pfft that he automatically sputters. ]

. . . What?

Nothing. You're just cute.

[ a short pause. ]

Give me your reasoning.

For what?

There are only three times you call me cute. You are feeling honestly affectionate, you are teasing, or I did something embarrassing without knowing.

[ turns on the stove before walking back to rob. leans on the counter a little, arms crossing over his chest. ]

I'm honestly being affectionate through teasing because of something embarrassing you did without you knowing.

[ snorts. ]

Fine. Good answer. You don't want to explain what I did?

It would take too much time and effort.

Nah, just effort.

[ lifts a hand to put it on top of rob's head. ]

How about we go do something else instead?

[ looks up, a bit hopeful. ]

Like eat?

Unless you'd like to eat uncooked soup, then be my guest.

[ ... not very happy, but just shrugs. ]

Then what was your suggestion?

Cuddles.

[ bumps against him. ]

. . . Okay. Let's do that.

[ lifts the hand from rob's head to takes his hand instead, tugging him back towards the living room. ]

[ gives the hand a squeeze, following after him without a word. ]

[ it's only when they settle down into position that he hears a knock at the door, lifting his eyes up towards it. pauses. pauses some more... then just promptly ignores it, pushing his face into rob's mop of hair without a word. ]