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Date & Time: a nebulous time in the near future
Location: Adam's apartment
Characters: Adam & Vanadi
Summary: ROBROS HANGIN OUT and also somehow vanadi ended up with all his groceries at adam's place, so where else is he going to go when he's hungry
Warnings: n/a

[ He's... never really run out of money before. It's kind of a new experience, and it'd taken a while to sink in. First was the realization that he couldn't afford to find a restaurant, and next came realizing that he couldn't actually afford to buy food to cook, either.

Weird. He'd probably better stop buying drinks for every pretty person he comes across.

But anyway, somewhere in there had come the recollection that he'd already bought a good deal of food, and gone and left it all at Adam's. So, well, here he is, knocking and expectant.

Surely Adam won't really mind the impromptu visit. ]

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[ This is exactly the kind of scenario Adam's been dreading. Vanadi running out of money AND that being an excuse to come to his place; the address of which he had unfortunately given him despite knowing better.

Well, as you say, you make your bed and then you have to sleep in it. Regardless, Adam's not really expecting visitors, so when he hears a knock he assumes it's the landlord HOPEFULLY WITH HIS NEW MIRROR. The mirror in this apartment had managed to live a few days longer than than those in his old one, but when he stares at himself for more than two minutes his fist just seems to reflexively fly out at the reflective surface.

And he's not sure if that'll ever change. Maybe he can push it to three minutes.

So yeah anyway, this is Adam, grumpy and trudging over to the front door, getting ready to yell. ]

...

[ Or not. ]

What.

[ He's already smiling when the door opens, head canted to the side and nose of the mask aimed up to compensate for Adam's height. ]

My, is that how you greet all your guests? I'm feeling welcome already!

[ At least he hasn't invited himself in yet, though. ]

I'm not expecting any guests.

[ And yup not moving to let him in or anything yet. CROSSES ARMS ABOVE CHEST. ]

What do you want.

[ He shifts his weight as his hands find a rest on his hips, to something more casual and less balanced. He's never been discouraged by a cold front. If anything, it encourages him more. ]

I seem to have run out of food, and then recalled that I'd left a conveniently well-stocked kitchen here. Perhaps I could interest you in being treated to another meal, mm?

[ Because to be entirely honest, he'd prefer to cook for two than for one. One is just so lonely. ]

[ ...

...

...sigh. Somehow he'd expected there was a reason behind Vanadi not taking all of that stuff over to his own place right away. Also he's incidentally hungry right now so he doesn't feel like being more of a dick and telling Vanadi to get inside, get his stuff, and then get out again. ]

If you insist. Just--next time, I'm sure it won't hurt you to let me know in advance.

[ Grunt. And he's moving to the side. ]

If I'd asked to come over, you might have said no.

[ "Easier to ask forgiveness than permission" has always seemed like a lovely motto to him. But now he's moving inside, giving Adam's upper stomach a fond pat as he passes him (he's at a convenient height, alright), and heading for the kitchen. ]

And what can I interest you in tonight, then?

[ Man Vanadi must really liked being punched in the face because Adam is already so close to it again. Why are people incapable of asking? ~~nevermind that Adam never asks for anything himself either.~~ ]

Don't care. Make yourself at home, why don't you.

[ He gruffs, and goes back to whatever he was doing before. Prolly exercising with his miraculously fixed hand. ]

Well, I wouldn't want to impose on your hospitality! [ Ha, ha.

He sweeps off the mask to leave it sitting on a counter top, and immediately gets to the job of rifling through ingredients and pulling out likely ones. ]

You ought to look into getting a few more pots. Three, at least.

[ YOU ALREADY ARE VANADI

And since Adam's exercising, somewhere not in Vanadi's field of vision, he takes his time giving any responses. He hadn't really been in a conversational mood. ]

Waste of money.

[ Since he doesn't cook. And has no intention of ending up like Vanadi. ]

Bring you own if you need them that badly.

[ in a mutter: ] I haven't any to bring. [ And no money to buy them, SIGH. Oh well.

He spends a while longer in the den of the kitchen, making loud noises and chopping and setting things to boil, until he reaches a point where there's nothing really to do but wait for things to heat and seep. It's about then that he wanders back toward Adam, falling to a lean against the wall with arms folded over his chest to watch. Mmm, men exercising.

He'll consider the free show recompense for cooking a meal. ]

[ Well that sounds like a personal problem buddy.

Also why is he watching him doing crunches. Or is he just watching his sweet ~~augmented~~ abs...

Adam says nothing at first--if it bothers him he doesn't let it show--but he does have to wonder.

--Actually he does want to say something but he swallows it. Just grunts.]

[ He arcs a brow at that, head cocking curiously. And he definitely doesn't look ready to advert his gaze modestly any time soon. ]

Was that meant to be words, my friend?

No.

[ hnnnnngh after the next one, he stops momentarily though and lays flat on his back, staring up at Vanadi. ]

I think something's burning. You better not be ruining my pots.

Please, I'm not about to let anything burn. That's an intentional aroma.

[ Gosh, accuse him of letting cooking get out of hand. He approaches, leaning over him with hands on his knees and smile in place. ]

Unless that was an attempt to call away your audience?

I said make yourself at home. Guess I just don't get what's so interesting about watching me work out.

[ well he has an idea but he dares him to admit to it. then again he's fairly unused to people watching him while he's half-dressed to begin with. it's just strange. ]

[ Challenge accepted. He even looks pleased to have been given an opening like that. ]

Well, I would say the most interesting part is the play of muscles. You really look very good, I can tell this is a habit. Ah, but beyond that, I'll never say no to watching an attractive person keep him or herself in shape.

[ Wow, Vanadi, getting mildly creepy here. And that after he's made quite clear that he's not interested. As flattering as it is, though then again Adam suspects the guy probably does that with any person. ]

Really? Sounds to me like you just want to get laid. Perhaps you got the address wrong.

[ And is that a smirk? Yeah, I think for the first time there's a mild smirk. Though it passes quickly and the next word sounds a bit more harsh--now go, or else. ]

Kitchen.

Well, typically, yes! But that doesn't mean I'm incapable of simply enjoying a fine sight.

[ He hovers a while longer, looking like he wants to contest that -- but it's hard to forget that this guy isn't afraid of unannounced punches. So with a quick smirk and a wink, he's headed back for the kitchen. It's about time to check on things again, anyway. ]

[ jesus christ he really can't remember anyone ever having been so obnoxious when it comes to those things. what did he get himself into--perhaps he shouldn't have agreed to that drink back then, but nooo, he had to cave.

socializing, right. adam gives an exasperated sigh and debates whether or not he wants to continue exercising, but then decides against it, gets up, heads into the bedroom and

puts on a shirt. problem solved, hopefully. better check up on Vanadi too just to make sure he doesn't set the kitchen on fire or something. ]

[ One long ear flicks, and Vanadi glances back over his shoulder when Adam comes into sight. There is, of course, a glance down at his shirt, and he makes a disappointed noise. Rude, Adam.

Buuuut he doesn't comment this time, only makes a small mental note to back off a tiny bit on it. Adam could be one of those straight men intensely uncomfortable with flirting, and it's never good to overhwhelm those.

So instead: ] I would give it about 15 minutes from here, and I quite hope you're hungry.

[ as long as he doesn't start touching without a good reason again Vanadi's probably fine. Words can be ignored, hands not so much.

Just a tiny bit curious, Adam looks into the pots and examines the state of the kitchen in general. ]

So... what are you making.

Something that usually goes best with an athera bird, but will have to do with chicken instead. It's one of our more mild dishes, but I think you might still find it quite hot.

[ He glances over from the dicing he's working on, frowning just slightly. ]

Ah, but-- don't touch. It's quite delicate at this point.

I wouldn't think of it.

[ Fffft. He'd offer to help if he didn't know that he's absolutely shit at anything kitchen related; the most he could do is cut shit up with his wristblades, ha ha.

Meg had always hated his dishes.

... He'll ask anyway. ]

Anything I can do to help?

[ The frown turns skeptical, and he faces him more fully to give him a once-over. Of the non-flirty variety, for once. ]

You didn't have much in the way of food for cooking when I arrived here, not to mention the mayonnaise. [ SO DOUBTFUL, but... ] What can you do?

[ Adam... shrugs. He wasn't aware that this was going to be a fancy gourmet dinner that required special skills. ]

Cut things up. Put stuff into the oven?

[ ... Yeah that's pretty much it. ]

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