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[ the time has come for the VALENTINE'S DAY event! is currently skipping every which-way in his white and red outfit, wearing pants just like rob requested. ... well, they're shorts, but it was better than a skirt, right?

nonetheless he moves about quickly, greeting and seating people as they come along. everything is practically covered in red, pink, and white hearts, streamers, balloons and flowers all tastefully designed and hung up in a very orderly (but not overpowering) manner. the small, circular tables are set up everywhere, leaving enough space for people to have their privacy. said tables are covered in lacy white tablecloths, a single white, pink, or red rose residing in the middle inside a simple white vase. oh, and the chairs sort of look like this. cute, aren't they?

in short, valentine's day must have thrown up inside the mansion, but at least it didn't look too ridiculous or cluttered. ]

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[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ time for him to raise an eyebrow, going silent for a moment before he says: ]

What? Do you want me to feed you?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

Feed yourself.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

I will, mother, but I just like watching you eat. Can you blame me?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ ignores. ]

First lesson. Pick up your fork.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ time to be an ass again. picks up a spoon. ]

Is it this one?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

Try again.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ picks up his napkin. ]

This one?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ is patient. so just shakes his head. ]

Again.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ picks up an edge of the tablecloth. ]

How about this?

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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

. . .

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ decides to switch teaching styles. gets up & walks around the table to stand next to riku. points to the fork. ]

Try this.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ stares at rob's hand silently. decides to take that instead, looking up at him afterward with a smirk. ]

You shouldn't have said it like that.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

How would you have phrased it?

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

"Pick up that shiny fork right there and eat your pasta with it."

[ shifts his head to give a tiny kiss on the back of rob's hand, releasing him after that. ]

I'd give a demonstration of how I took it, but I'll be merciful tonight, just for you.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

That would have made a difference?

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[advantaged.livejournal.com]

Oh, a big difference.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ pauses, then tilts his head to the side, thinking on something. suddenly stands up and moves around rob to pick up his plate of pasta. reaches out, takes his hand, then leads them elsewhere, aka the living room.

sets the plate on top of the coffee table and steers rob in front of the couch. walks off again to nab the candles, which he sets on the coffee table as well. flops on the couch afterward, picks up the plate, then opens his free arm as a hint. though he still feels like saying: ]

Come here.

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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ . . . ]

. . .

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ picks up their forks, walks over & sits next to. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ so cold! but he takes what he can get. hands him the plate, not sure if their thighs could balance it without it falling over. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ noticed that. uses the hand holding the forks to balance the plate properly. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ rolls his eyes. ]

This is why you should have accepted my invitation, you know. It would've been easier if you just sat on my lap.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

Even easier if we stayed at the table.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ fake butthurt/sap time go. ]

But the table couldn't bring us closer.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

Sacrifices are necessary. Sometimes.