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[hatesthefood]

Well, I was gonna go get some groceries and such today but it seems like there's still some crazy people out there. Looks like a long curse, I guess. I have to admit, I'm glad I'm not stuck with this one, but it sure makes for a boring day.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I want to spend the night curled up with someone I care about.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

...Alright.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Is it really so bad, Mamoru?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

No, Ken. I'll leave my work here.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Good.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

What do you want for dinner?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... you know, I'm actually hungry for pizza.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Pizza it is.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Pick what you want on it. You know I'll eat it.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

[Have Mamoru at your door about 10 minutes later, Ken.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Have one Ken, ready with two beers and a very happy dog to greet him.

"Beter not have any paperwork with you or I'm kicking you out after I take the pizza away."

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru gave him an unimpressed look.

"I said I'd leave it at home."

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

"Do I need to search you for it?"

For once, Ken's smiling and even though it looks a little tired, it's an honest smile.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Mamoru raised an eyebrow. "Take your pizza," he said, quashing a small smile.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

He did as he was told, deftly lifting the pizza away from a very curious nose that just happened to be trying to sniff the new item.

"Thanks."

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Hawaiin, extra pineapple. Mamoru had taken him at his word and gotten what HE liked.

"Sure. Where's the hoard?"

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Ken would roll his eyes and pick the fruit off but he'd be more than happy to eat the rest. Already padding into the kitchen, he paused, glancing back at Mamoru.

"Hm?"

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

"Cat and dog."

He followed. You'd better leave him some fruit, Ken.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

He can have all of Ken's. Sounds like a good deal, right?

He chuckled and tipped his head towards the kitchen.

"Bandit's already in there, thinking we're going to share and Gent's on my pillow, making it all nice and hairy for tonight."

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Well. He may have arranged it this way.

He follows Ken into the kitchen, leaving his coat draped over a chair in the living room.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Sneaky little Takatori.

The pizza's already on the counter and without pause, he shifts to offer Mamoru a beer, nudging Bandit's nose away from the pizza yet again.

"Do we get to be cavemen and eat it without plates?"

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

"It's your pizza. Want to eat in the bedroom, too?"

Mamoru takes his beer, raising an eyebrow at him.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Crumbs in the bed suck."

The way he says it implies that he knows that fact very well.

"Any luck?"

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

"Luck on what?"

Mamoru has no doubt, so he takes a slice of pizza and heads for the couch.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

"Finding anything."

Ken followed him on quiet feet, two slices balanced in one hand and the beer in the other.