Well, if you made it something like jousting, we get training swords for free with our Lives. Plus there's already horses.
[Sorry the coffee here's not as good as BAD END's probably. It's just instant stuff. Griffin doesn't have fancy taste. He sets a pot to brew and goes to dig around in the fridge for leftovers.]
[The dad urge is satisfied, for the moment. Anyway, that's enough time for the coffee to brew, and the rice burgers to warm. He pours two cups and slides them over, spins to pop open the oven on the backhand and ejects the food onto a waiting plate in one Stylish, completely unnecessary motion.]
[look. He is actually impressed with that. It’s the kind of unnecessary in its proper place. But he needs to finish the apple before he starts on the others.]
[...It's not the worst tasting thing! The beef patty and tomato sauce work strangely well, and there's a nice crunch to the toasted rice parts.
But now that all this work getting home and warming the food was done, his aching body was really catching up with him. There was nothing to busy himself with anymore. Griffin yawns, feeling the fatigue as he waited for the caffeine to kick in.]
[There's that surge of excitement again. The same one from being marked by Jay's teeth. A rush of masochistic gratitude that this ache, this pain was from him, evidence of their strength clashing against each other, and given to Griffin alone.
Something his rival was telling him to carry in plain sight.
There's a stretch of silence before Griffin sets down his mug and, sheepishly, rubs his nose.]
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[Sorry the coffee here's not as good as BAD END's probably. It's just instant stuff. Griffin doesn't have fancy taste. He sets a pot to brew and goes to dig around in the fridge for leftovers.]
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[while he appreciates bad end coffee, his tastes are the opposite of fancy.]
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[ Why ]
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[a pause]
... yeah, grab ‘em.
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They're better than they look, I swear.
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Let me disabuse you of that notion now.
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Please tell me you eat something other than burgers and pizza.
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I’ll eat whatever.
[at least he’s easy]
But seriously, who cares about presentation of food? We’re gonna eat it.
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Thanks.
[he’ll fucking take a bite thank u. Energy is important.]
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Order's up!
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[look. He is actually impressed with that. It’s the kind of unnecessary in its proper place. But he needs to finish the apple before he starts on the others.]
Smells good.
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You take anything in yours?
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[his tastes.... they aren’t refined. At all.
He’s also gonna just take a look at the hamburger rice ball... honestly, it looks fine to him?]
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Yes.
Anyways, coffee with cream and sugar, all for Jay. Griffin glances around as he sips his coffee, noting the sleeping kittens curled up on the couch.]
...Guess no one's home right now.
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He’s gonna eat it anyway.]
Is that so?
[coffee sip]
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But now that all this work getting home and warming the food was done, his aching body was really catching up with him. There was nothing to busy himself with anymore. Griffin yawns, feeling the fatigue as he waited for the caffeine to kick in.]
Guess we missed the lunch rush.
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Not bad.
[he will absolutely finish it. And then follow by draining the coffee]
I’d eat it.
[he SHOULD be looking more exhausted than he is— but he seems fine? Aside from the obvious additional bruises.]
Hey... by the way, you better not cheat heal yourself. I’m still walking around with that black eye from the other day. Your turn.
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Blinks owlishly from behind his mug. Then, a hint of pink starts to bleed in against the bruises and his darkening eye. Did he hear that right?
Inside his chest, his heart starts beating a touch faster. Outside...]
...Uh?
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[he sets down the cup.]
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Something his rival was telling him to carry in plain sight.
There's a stretch of silence before Griffin sets down his mug and, sheepishly, rubs his nose.]
Th-that sounds fair.
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Wanna head back to your room?
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Y-yeah.
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After you.
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and the second the door is closed, Griffin's pulling Jay down and kissing him fiercely where he stands, not waiting for another word.]
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