Audience: Yuri Leclerc

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You should, because you know I'm gonna shake you down about being rude to Greed, right? [she says it lightly, but.]

[aubins]

[ a sigh. ]

I was under the impression that talking about the topic directly was a bad idea. Talking around it ended up a bit... [ he raises his hands and smacks them together. unstoppable force and immoveable object. ]

Not my finest hour, no.

[ he glances side ways at her before picking up some of the vegetables ]

And now everyone’s yelled about the exact thing I thought was preferable to not yell about openly, it feels even more redundant.

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My darling, sweet, dingus of a man, I don't think it was because of that. I think it was because you came storming in demanding to see their neck or else. Did you know that's the worst way to start a conversation with someone who doesn't like their face to be seen?

[she says this so lovingly. she also pinches his side.] Definitely not your finest hour.

[aubins]

[ no his side!!! ]

Ask without asking, that was the plan.

[ he waves a potato with a flat face. exhausting. ]

We can see how that worked out. But, no. Not the best way around it. [ how. how long has everyone been here that faces being hidden is more of the norm? ] "Or else" wasn't really meant to be implied.

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That’s been happening every week since we got here...?

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I feel like you've uh, you've seen enough of Greed to know they don't respond well to that. [but she'll ease up.]

... What has?

[aubins]

[ he just looks at her, and then leans to the side to bump his head against the side of hers lightly. ]

Thiiiiis is what I mean. Don't worry about it, it's not important.

Or not important enough to risk anything happening. Don't mind if I message you on Friday though, assuming I don't get myself wrapped up in something stupid.

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[there's a little buzz of... disappointment? confusion? she's genuinely not sure what he's referring to.]

I - okay? Sure. I don't ever mind you messaging me on Fridays.

[aubins]

[ there is something a little.... not annoyed? that's not the word for it. it's frustration, with some annoyance and a little regret, all mixed together. but not directed at her. ]

At this point I don't know what is and isn't safe for you to talk about, really. That's all.

[ he looks out for his own, he's said that plenty of times. ]

Not until I know more, and where the lines are drawn. [ ... ] 'Sides. Messaging you on Friday is always a pleasure. [ and a relief, sometimes. that he's, y'know. not dead. ]

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C'mon. I was making you dinner, wasn't I? Rare, medium-rare, or medium? [ fuck well-done. ]

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[she just sort of is making simple dog confusion emotions at the frustration and annoyance but.

she opens her mouth to say something, but he moves on, and she just frowns instead, ears twitching back against her skull.]

Medium-rare, I'm not a heathen.

[aubins]

Medium-rare it is.

[ veggies and stuff are probably prepped. so. wavey hand motions, he'll just do those in a way that means i don't have to in detail describe yuri mashing potatoes. it might be the content we're all here for but-- ]

Sorry though. I'll figure it out, and how much is okay to say. [ his emotions are evening out the more he's cooking though. that's good? ]

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... Okay.

[she's worried, but that doesn't stop her from wrapping her arms around him from behind and pressing her face against his back, between his shoulder blades.]

[aubins]

[ he moves an arm so he can give one of her hands a squeeze. but after a moment he'll properly wriggle around so he can hug her. ]

C'mere.

[ the hug is making him feel a lot calmer too? ]

This was supposed to be something fun and nice, and I'm already dragging the tone down, huh?

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No, it's not you.

[she eases up when he wriggles her around, and just rests her head on his chest instead.]

It's, uh. It's my bad, for bringing it up. It's okay. [she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek, and then back down again.] ... You don't have to keep things from me is all.

[aubins]

Nah. Like you said, I was kind of a dick.

[ oh, a kiss. that's nice though. ]

I'll try not to. I'll figure out something before the week end though.

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[snort.]

Okay. [she hugs him a little more tightly.] Need me to help cook?

[aubins]

[ hugs! ]

It'd be rude to make you cook your own treat? ... But if you want to get involved, what kind of sauce do you want?

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[she laughs a little.] That's right, you're spoiling me. Uh - I don't know, surprise me. I'm just going to sit on the counter and get drunk while you cook me steak, actually!

[aubins]

That sounds more like the actions of someone being spoiled. Good girl.

[ it's going to be peppercorn. because i just remembered peppercorn exists and now i really want a steak with peppercorn sauce. ]

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[her ear twitches, and he'll get a sense of her being not sure if she likes that or not but more on the side of liking it.

she does, in fact, climb up on the counter and just pulls out a bottle of booze from her sleeve. ayyy.]

[aubins]

[ booze sleeves.... the 18+ variation of breadsleeves. ]

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I'm impressed you managed to hide that in there. Do you have the secrets to the universe in there too?

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I can pull weed out of here too, so yeah, probably.

[aubins]

[ he stops midsauce making. ]

Weed?

[ he is clearly thinking of like... garden weeds. ]

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Yeah, like the kind you smoke? 420 blaze it.

[aubins]

[ blinks. ]

I'm pretty sure you just rip them out of the ground, and those ones at least you don't smoke.