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[almost_knightly]

You know you want me~

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[knaveofhearts]

It's around ten in the evening and Knave can't believe that Break is looking for cookies.

"I apologise, but I do not...eat Oreos," he explains, stiffly, watching the white-haired man root through his cabinets thoroughly and efficiently.

[almost_knightly]

Knave will learn.

"And whyyyyy not?" Break demands, rejecting a box of something that looks like it is healthy and full of fiber. "They're fun to dismantle and they come in festive seasonal colors and, should you dip them in milk, they are actually quite comforting."

Knave will learn quickly.

[knaveofhearts]

"Aren't those for children?"

He trails off uncertainly, but steels himself as he takes a step closer to see the state Break has left his cabinets in.

[almost_knightly]

Oh, pish posh; he hasn't made that much of a mess. He's just knocked several boxes out of alignment and turned a few cans upside down.

"A lot of what I seem to like best is supposedly for children." He pouts and hops up to sit on the countertop, crossing his arms in a sulk. "Who cares who it's meant for if it's good?"

[knaveofhearts]

To Knave, however, who has a neat streak a mile wide, it's almost a criminal offence. His canned goods weren't in alphabetical order any longer and that needed to be fixed.

"It is ten in the evening," he reminds him, patiently, crossing the kitchen to reach behind him and right the boxes. "The only places open now are..."

He trails off. He doesn't know, exactly, probably because he's never gone shopping for his own food before.

[almost_knightly]

How convenient, that Knave should decide to stand right there. Now Break doesn't have to move in order to start wheedling and cajoling and trying to get his way.

"Knaaaa-aaaave," Break says, chidingly, reaching out to wrap his legs around the other man's waist and pull him close. "We live in a city; there'll be places open till at least two." He cuddles up to Knave's chest, all warm and snuggly. "Hell, even the nice grocery store where the respec'able people shop is open till midnight. We could totally go~"

[knaveofhearts]

He presses his lips together into a line as he places the corn next to the corned beef, unfazed by their proximity, and trying very hard to be unaffected by Break's pleading. (Not whining, he's feeling faintly charitable.)

"Can this not wait until morning? I will have some bought." He isn't meeting Break's eye, because then he'll blush and feel awkward because what do people do in grocery stores, anyway?

[almost_knightly]

He'd better be feeling charitable after what they were doing earlier. To help remind him, Break nuzzles into Knave's throat and kisses the skin there, gently.

"Did you know I have hypoglycemia? That's why I'm always nibbling on fings at work; if I go too long wivout food I crash and pass out." It could be a guilt trip, except that he's actually not lying at all -- it's a serious problem. "I really do need to have some snack food if I'm gonna stay around here much longer."

[knaveofhearts]

'If I'm gonna stay around here much longer.'

He contemplates this briefly, hands sliding down to rest on Break's shoulders as he tips his head to the side, accommodating. Come to think about it, should he be really leaving food for wild animals (such as the annoyingly affectionate Xerxes Break) in his condominium...

"Well." He says, slowly. "I will be the one driving this time."

[almost_knightly]

Break relaxes minutely when Knave accepts his touches. This is all new enough still that he's not really sure what he's doing, either; whether or not the other man actually wants him around, or whether he should still be here at all regardless of how Knave might feel about it. For now, at least, he smiles against his throat and lets his tongue slide across the pulse.

"You'd have driven before, too, if you hadn't been drinking," Break murmurs. The implication being, of course, that Break would have been willing to follow him home that night either way.

[knaveofhearts]

"...ah."

He doesn't quite have enough concentration to contemplate that, right now, because Break is being distracting. His hands slide down to settle on Break's hips as he turns his head to whisper hotly in his ear:

"You drive like a demon." Matter-of-factly.

[almost_knightly]

"I do a lot of fings like a demon, or so I've been told."

His own arms slide up Knave's sides so that he can curl his hands over his shoulders, happy. He's distracting, yes, but in his defense, he really does thrive on affection.

[knaveofhearts]

"Really."

His tone can't really be dry, since he's too busy dropping a kiss on Break's ear, warm hands sliding under his clothes and up his back.

"Which store is the closest?"

[agonies]

[Gillie has something in a box Dork. She has knocked on his door with a very pale face. Whatever is in the box is moving about and mewing.]

Can I come in?

[almost_knightly]

Just a minute~

[The arrival of Gilbertine always means that Galahad gets to go live in the bathroom for a while, poor thing. But once she's locked away, he opens the door cheerfully enough, and --

-- tilts his head at the noise that box is making. Gillie with a cat in hand? Really?]

[agonies]

Can you take this-?! [She literally shoves the box at him like it's full of venomous snakes.]

[almost_knightly]

What's --

[Break fumbles a bit, and the cat mewls in protest at being slung about, but he takes the box. After a questioning glance at Gilbertine, he peeks inside. A tiny orange tabby stares back at him, favoring its back paw as it tries to stand.]

Ohh. Where'd you find this little darling, then?

[agonies]

["Darling"? >:]

In the bushes outside, it was caught in a few branches.

[almost_knightly]

Poor fing, it's hurt its paw. Must be where it was caught.

[Gently, wary of being bitten or clawed, Break reaches into the box. Instead of striking, the kitten mewls at him and reaches out one of its own paws for his hand. Chuckling, he picks it up gently and cradles it close to his chest, putting the box to one side in favor of taking a look at the kitten's foot. Darling, indeed.]

This'll need tending. [He glances over his shoulder at his bathroom door.] D'you mind if I use your baffroom, or shall I try to find anovver? I'm not sure how Galahad will react to anovver cat.

[agonies]

Ah... [Gilbert is not around, for now, but she's unsure when he'll be back. Still she should not make this task difficult for Break as she asked him to help her.] It's all right if you use mine. Just...don't let it go in my room.

[Where it can find some small place to hide.]

[almost_knightly]

'Course not. It shouldn't take long; these look to just be nasty scratches, is all.

[He's careful to restrain the kitten firmly as they start off, but it's mostly for Gilbertine's benefit.]

[agonies]

[Gil follows behind so she doesn't need to see the kitten, except for when she opens the door. Spotless as usual, with a very nicely made bed.]

Ah, do you need supplies?

[almost_knightly]

Just some peroxide and a little bit of bandaging, I fink. [Carefully, he feels out the paw; the kitten pulls it away, but doesn't flinch or cry out.] Nuffing's broken, it's all surface stuff. But I don't want to leave 'em open.

[agonies]

Those are in the cabinet by the sink. [She opens a window and has a smoke.]

[almost_knightly]

[Break side-eyes her as he heads into the bathroom; it is her room, and she does have a window open, but.]

You really ought to quit those awful fings. They're gonna make you horribly sick someday, you know. They probably already are.