mind_blown | IMEEJI INBOX

I feel like I might have given off the impression that I like high quality food.

Let me disabuse you of that notion now.

[dad energies suddenly spike. Has he ever seen Jay eat a lone fruit or vegetable??? No...]

Please tell me you eat something other than burgers and pizza.

[i have bad news for you]

I’ll eat whatever.

[at least he’s easy]

But seriously, who cares about presentation of food? We’re gonna eat it.

[Tosses an apple at him.]

[he catches it and raises an eyebrow]

Thanks.

[he’ll fucking take a bite thank u. Energy is important.]

[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.]

Order's up!

Nice.

[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.

[Griffin's adding a generous helping of cream to his own mug of coffee.]

You take anything in yours?

Cream and sugar.

[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?]

[Is that spaghetti sauce on the burger?

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.

[weird,

He’s gonna eat it anyway.]

Is that so?

[coffee sip]

[...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.]

Guess we missed the lunch rush.

You make this?

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.

[Griffin was mid-sip and... stops. Uh?

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?

You heard me.

[he sets down the cup.]

[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.]

Th-that sounds fair.

Cool.

Wanna head back to your room?

[Griffin did not mean for his voice to come out in a croaky squeak. And yet here we are.]

Y-yeah.

[... griffin, they really need to work on the bashfulness.... but he jerks his head towards the rooms.]

After you.

[MMMM OK HE WALKS, BRISKLY, TO HIS ROOM

and the second the door is closed, Griffin's pulling Jay down and kissing him fiercely where he stands, not waiting for another word.]

[HE HASNT HAD A CHANCE TO KICK OFF HIS SHOES but you know what. He can do that as he backs griffin up slowly towards the bed.

He can afford to take his time.

They’re alone in Avante. This isn’t because of any soreness or tiredness. But he is going to kiss him hungrily, his tongue exploring his mouth until they’re closer to the bed.]

[He pants around Jay's tongue as it plays against his, holding onto Jay to keep from stumbling as his tired legs shamble toward the bed. Couldn't even hide the groan of exhaustion as he plops down on it, his legs finally at rest.

And yet the spirit was still willing. Griffin laughs weakly at his own ridiculous longing to keep up with Jay, even in a state like this.]

How d'you always manage t'make me feel like this...?

[the spirit was definitely willing. Jay was pretty sure he could manage, all things considered, and there was a selfish part of him that wanted to ignore the signals that Griffin was giving off.

The sluggishness.

The clinging.

He could have written them off as something else, but there was a nagging voice in the back of his head that was pointing out that he was about at his limit too. So he uses the chance to catch his breath, letting his knees hit the bed, and sliding to Griffin’s side.]

Like “this”?

Um...

[He takes this moment to breathe, and think, and undo his boots. They're shuffled off at the foot of the bed, and Griffin presses lightly on the bruises now exposed.

How did you describe a feeling like, when a piece of your soul feels complete? An instinct you never knew was missing, suddenly fulfilled. It was demonic, he knew that, but it was still him and he was still so human that even his lust was tangled together with affection and care.

He didn't have a way to say it without probably weirding Jay out about this, right? Or sounding-- romantic? Griffin chews on his inner cheek for a second, trying to find the words.]

Like... I don't wanna let you down.

Let me down?

[that gets his eyebrows to raise, and he flops down completely. He’s not entirely sure of what to make of it.]

Griff. C’mon.

When have I ever told you you we’re letting me down?

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