Two Completely Differet Conversations

[housewolf]

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[housewolf]

How do you like that? I know a rowdy environment isn't for everyone.

[holeful]

Well, it's definitely quiet. I get a lot of things done. But it's lonely, really.
[dropping the chopped up chicken and vegetables into a fry pan.]

[housewolf]

And now? You're still in Gojou's room, right?

[holeful]

Aah. It's really nice, waking up to the warmth of another person every day.

[Did Omi know they were sleeping in the same bed? Well he sure will now.]

[housewolf]

Yeah. It's nice, right? A lot better than the cold.

[Omi: Good for him.
also Omi: Wait I want that?]

[holeful]

[Adding the rice to the fry pan. Or some rice. These ratios are wrong but good thing Omi is not supervising.]

It is. I'm sure you and Mr. Douman must be comfortable too.
[STEP OFF BITCH YOU'VE GOT YOUR OWN CLOWN.]

[housewolf]

[There is nothing Omi can do to help you at all at the moment. You are On Your Own.]

It is nice waking up with them.

[Warm Cozy.

But also... what if... he wanted Gojou?]

[holeful]

[It's fine things are great. He is adding entirely too much soy sauce.]

I was worried it would feel strange at first, since I've never slept with someone else before, but it didn't.
[Phrasing. Anyway. If you take Gojou where will the sad dog sleep!!!]

[housewolf]

[Trade you 1 clown for another.]

I'm glad you're getting to enjoy that here.

[It's nice just having somebody there, sometimes.]

[holeful]

[Hmmmmm no deal.]

... You know, when you say it like that, it's obvious it's nothing new for you.

[housewolf]

It's been a long time since I've woken up in somebody's arms. But I do have a roommate.

[holeful]

A long time... Omi, you're not even that old.

[anyway he's making the omlette now. He's sure he can't mess this part up.]

[housewolf]

I'm twenty two.

[holeful]

Aah. That's young, I think. You're a lot younger than me... I'm pretty sure.
[He's forgotten numbers but he feels he had this impression before.

Anyway, he's struggling with the omelette. It's going to come out misshapen. It's fine don't worry about it.]

[housewolf]

... Do you remember how old you are right now?

[Hopefully that poor omelette turns out delicious anyway.]

[holeful]

.............
[Uhhhhh]

I just remember it was a good number.
[He can only mess it up by adding too much salt, which he might be doing right now actually.]

[housewolf]

[If Omi was normal right now, he would say that's way too much salt.

Oops.]

What makes it a good number?

[holeful]

Well, it must be that it has three in it.

[And now he's plating the rice and putting the omelette over it. Just give him a minute to do a ketchup squiggle.]

[housewolf]

Three?

[holeful]

It's the best number.

[Anyway, serving Omi the omurice. The egg is too salty, the fried rice is more vegetables and chicken than rice, also it has too much soy sauce, and it's a bit burnt. Enjoy...?]

[housewolf]

[He takes a bite.

And then offers Fukuda one.]

I think, maybe, you shouldn't be in the kitchen either right now.

[holeful]

[Fukuda accepts the offered bite even though Omi's comment tells him it's going to be bad??? Stupid man. he makes a face.]

Aah, well I couldn't really measure things properly... I had to estimate based on my memory. Sorry.

[housewolf]

Thanks for tryin' anyways.

It was sweet of you.

[holeful]

Well... I was just following your example. Or... trying to anyway.

[housewolf]

[He reaches out and pats his head.]

You did your best.