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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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[ automatically relaxes against him before loosely returning the embrace. ]

Says who?

Says me.

You've been wrong before.

[ holds him tighter, lifting his head again to rub his face into blond locks. ]

No I haven't.

Selective memory.

Best memory.

That's impossible. Those are mutually exclusive.

[ promptly ignores, switching topics quickly: ]

So are you ready for that soup yet?

[ cranes his head upward a bit, expression betraying his excitement despite the flat tone of voice. ]

The slightly not ruined soup?

[ conceals his amusement for the time being, merely repeating: ]

The slightly not ruined soup.

[ can't help the smile: ]

Yeah, okay.

[ shakes his head fondly, finally removing himself to pick up the duck that has nested between their legs to place it next to its brothers and sisters. stands, silently offering one of his hands to rob. ]

[ accepts it & hauls himself to his feet. stares down at the ducks, who are starting to wiggle onto their feet as well, quacking. ]

Do we have crackers left?

[ glances down at the ducks as well. ]

Probably. If not we can just give them some bread.

[ returns the stares of ~~his children~~ the ducks for a few seconds, then nods. ]

Yeah. They're not picky.

[ tugs on their connected hands towards the kitchen, paying no mind to the ducks who waddle after them with some happy quacking to accompany their journey. ]

[ follows along without resistance, even moving a little faster than usual, pulled along by the idea of food (at last). glances down & behind him at the ducks, however, smiling at them fondly while riku's back is turned, silently promising them a little extra food once he gets his fill of soup. ]

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