i mean considering i'm quite literally tangled up with your boyfriend maybe it's for the best you don't we'd both enjoy it i'm sure but it'll be awkward to deal with the aftermath
Hugo!! You son of a bitch!! [ there is now a very flexible tiefling trying his best to try and take Hugo's phone from him. all the while remaining entangled with the man. ]
[ petting his tail does seem to have an effect, at the very least, the sharp irritated smacks easing off into gentle pats. yes, keep petting his tail he does like that. ]
Anyone would close up if they got told that shit! [ a beat. ] why are you asking about his blood type?
[ it's only by virtue of Hugo already having majority of his tail curled around the man's waist that his hand doesn't also become ensnared.
Molly whines, burying his face into the blond's neck. he managed to survive their first meeting without making a complete ass out of himself and now Caleb is being invited to breakfast?? all of this just because he stated a truth. ]
I am. [ he mumbles, weigh sagging against Hugo. ] I'm trying to decide whether I want to thank you or curse you.
[ there is something about it all that makes his skin crawl a little, a lack of agency in the whole debacle, but at the same time maybe it's just the kind of push he needs. he had left his meeting with Caleb fighting back his own anxieties, but hopeful, though he had no idea what the next step would be. ]
Curse. Definitely curse. You made me sound like I'd become some sort of lovesick teenager talking about him.
[ Hugo chuckles lightly, rubbing his hand along his back now. He'll take being cursed. It was no different from usual in his mind. ]
I doubt he's taking me seriously. See? He still wants the confirmation from you that it's okay to come over for breakfast. He is valuing your feelings and consent in this situation. Likewise, he's assessed that I am just causing problems and is looking to you instead.
[ His head tilts to rest against Molly, his ear flicking against one of Molly's horns. ]
He also fully avoided the blood type thing. Curse you, popular vampires in media.
[ Molly turns his head a little, a singular red eye peaking out to look at Hugo's phone. none of this is going how he had planned, but he might as well just let himself get taken for the ride instead of trying to fight the current. ]
He's suspicious by nature. It didn't help you kept pushing the blood type thing. Surely you can come up with a better icebreaker?
You called Lycaon my boyfriend. This makes us even.
[ Hugo's mismatches eyes peered downward when he feels Molly move, fixing where his phone was so Molly could see the screen. ]
Oh, yes. I suppose I could be mundane about it and ask him which collection of celestial body were haunting the night sky when he was born and what that mythical creature says about his personality and habits. Or what his favorite season is, and why can I already tell it's probably fall?
You two are more than just friends or "partners", love. [ he makes the quotation marks in the air as he talks, turning his head a little more to glance over the messages. ] You may as well be dating at this point.
Mundane, he says. [ Molly puffs out a laugh. ] Those worked wonders for me over the years, even got me in more than a few pants.
[ taking a breath in he finally relents. ]
'Course he can come for breakfast. I was hoping to introduce you eventually anyway.
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[ and it's terribly endearing. ]
yeah okay sounds good
i'd kill for some blueberry pancakes actually
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I digress. Slang is much more difficult than French or Japanese.
[Lycaon grabs his pen and paper to add that to the list.]
It will be done--I hope you don't mind if I occupy your kitchen tomorrow morning. With your pancakes, I'm going to make bacon, eggs, and French toast.
[For their local french boy. He is planning on making. SO much. You'll have leftovers.]
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it's not the fanciest kitchen in the world but i'm sure you'll make do
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I'm quite low maintenance that way.
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you keep talking like that and it's gonna give me ideas
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Dear Mollymauk, do I need to switch to audio again?
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maybe it's for the best you don't
we'd both enjoy it i'm sure but it'll be awkward to deal with the aftermath
Switch to Audio but not for the way you think
That was so mean! Using the B word. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS PANCAKES?
Unfortunately he'd flicked the Audio switch already, and so Molly gets the most undignified snort/yip before he quickly turns it off.]
You are a menace. I will see you tomorrow morning.
not here
Hugo reaches around, picking up his phone. Two can play at this game. ]
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what are you doing over there good sir. ]
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He needed proof, and that was perfect. Thank you, Darling. [ Just going to kiss his forehead in the middle of trying to hold his phone out of reach. ]
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which to say no grace at all.
Mollymauk pouts, the spade of his tail still wrapped around Hugo's waist smacking the man's chest irritably. ]
I love you, but you are the worst.
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He is the shy type. He closed up in record time. If he was a cat, I could imagine his fur was fluffing up.
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Anyone would close up if they got told that shit! [ a beat. ] why are you asking about his blood type?
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No reason. [ Look at that innocent smile. He's practically an angel. ]
Do you think he'd like breakfast? I think he deserves breakfast.
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Molly whines, burying his face into the blond's neck. he managed to survive their first meeting without making a complete ass out of himself and now Caleb is being invited to breakfast?? all of this just because he stated a truth. ]
Sure, why not.
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I'll send Lycaon a text so he knows there will be one extra. And do cheer up. He'll be side-eyeing me, not you. I'm quite used to it.
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[ there is something about it all that makes his skin crawl a little, a lack of agency in the whole debacle, but at the same time maybe it's just the kind of push he needs. he had left his meeting with Caleb fighting back his own anxieties, but hopeful, though he had no idea what the next step would be. ]
Curse. Definitely curse. You made me sound like I'd become some sort of lovesick teenager talking about him.
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I doubt he's taking me seriously. See? He still wants the confirmation from you that it's okay to come over for breakfast. He is valuing your feelings and consent in this situation. Likewise, he's assessed that I am just causing problems and is looking to you instead.
[ His head tilts to rest against Molly, his ear flicking against one of Molly's horns. ]
He also fully avoided the blood type thing. Curse you, popular vampires in media.
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[ Molly turns his head a little, a singular red eye peaking out to look at Hugo's phone. none of this is going how he had planned, but he might as well just let himself get taken for the ride instead of trying to fight the current. ]
He's suspicious by nature. It didn't help you kept pushing the blood type thing. Surely you can come up with a better icebreaker?
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[ Hugo's mismatches eyes peered downward when he feels Molly move, fixing where his phone was so Molly could see the screen. ]
Oh, yes. I suppose I could be mundane about it and ask him which collection of celestial body were haunting the night sky when he was born and what that mythical creature says about his personality and habits. Or what his favorite season is, and why can I already tell it's probably fall?
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Mundane, he says. [ Molly puffs out a laugh. ] Those worked wonders for me over the years, even got me in more than a few pants.
[ taking a breath in he finally relents. ]
'Course he can come for breakfast. I was hoping to introduce you eventually anyway.
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