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...you're welcome.

[Can't hear you. Give her half a moment, though, before she turns around to say something.]

Grab me a soda.

[....... 8|]

What kind?

[Why are you difficult?]

Anything.

[Okay here, have his Mountain Dew. He hasn't opened it yet. 8|]

[She stares at it, then shakes her head. Quit being nice, would you?]

Something else.

[He sighs, exasperated now as he opens the fridge again.]

There's a lot of drinks in here. Just tell me what to grab if you're not going to pick it yourself.

Just grab anything but that.

[Fine, fine. He grabs the first thing, which is a cream soda.]

[Hmm. Cream soda. Not her favorite. She almost tells him to take it back, before making a face and taking it.

Probably wouldn't be very fair of her to tell him to get her something else.]

[--NOPE HE SAW THAT. TAKING IT BACK.]

Troublesome woman... [grumble, grumble] Can't just say what she wants, nooo...

[HERE. ONE OF EVERY DRINK IN THE GODDAMN FRIDGE. HE LOOKS A CROSS BETWEEN DISGRUNTLED AND DETERMINED BUT DAMMIT HE WILL MAKE THIS PAY OFF.]

[WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? SHE WASN'T GOING TO BE BITCHY ABOUT IT, GEEZ.

With a huff, she'll be taking a can of cola.

Plain, regular, no-frills cola.

And then she can't resist a snide remark.] You can put the rest of those back.

[...sigh.

But yeah, yeah. Moving to do so--]

[--oh god he's become his father.]

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[See, this is so much better than being distracted by lip reading.]

What's wrong with you?

[HE'S EIGHTEEN HE'S TOO YOUNG FOR THIS MID-LIFE CRISIS BULLSHIT.]

[Instant re-composure.]

Fine, I'll put them up. But you can clean the counter and put back the rest of that.

[Handwave to the sandwich stuff.]

[Give her a second. You're confusing her.]

I do clean up my own messes.

[He nods. That was totally agreement, and his manly authority has been reasserted. Good, good.

And everything is in the fridge just as it should be. Excuse him, he'll be beating his head softly against the freezer door.]

[Oh, come on, it's not as if she tries to be difficult.

... Okay, maybe sometimes she does. By the way, watching him? Distracting as all hell.

SHE IS GOING TO MAKE HER SANDWICH AND IGNORE YOU. FOREVER.

Or well. For all of two seconds before she realizes she has to reach past him to get a knife.]

Move.

[She's even ordering him around now-- no, no. Time to put on the big boy pants and focus. He moves - ONLY BECAUSE HE WANTS TO - and leans his good shoulder against the side of the fridge when he's out of her way.]

And what has you in such a sour mood?

[She's watching, because she knows he's going to talk and damn it she's not distracted, okay? Just because she now intimately knows those lips...

... oh God, she has to stop this. She might drive herself crazy.

Or kill him. That might be the better solution.]

I'm hungry.

...oh.

[Well okay. Legit enough.]

[Yeah. Oh.

Nothing else to do with it. Just hungry. That's it.]

What'd you come in here for?

...something to drink. My arm's gotten enough rest, so that can't be an excuse forever to stay in my apartment.

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