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[dawnward]

[It's been a long few days, back to back of work. He's caught naps in between but that's mostly it, and now he's just grateful that he has the rest of the day to himself. He pushes himself up the three flights of stairs through the store today, grabbing three books from the shelves without paying. He'll return them, he silently promises, as he trudges up the last few steps. He just needs something to put him out later.

He unlocks the door to his apartment and steps inside, dumping the books on the side opening to the kitchen as he shrugs off his vest.]

Ebony, come here, I'll feed you.

[Riku briefly ducks into the kitchen to put some fresh dry food in her bowl; he washes his hands and then walks into the living room, destined to flop himself down on his couch.]

Finally...

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[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[Are you serious. Riku keeps staring for a moment before he just sighs.]

Would you like something, since you're here?

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

If it's troublesome, I could make tea.

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[He's not leaving you alone in his kitchen. Riku stands, shaking his head.]

I'll make some. Do you have a specific preference?

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

{an amused glance. somewhat amused.}

What's your selection?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[God, like he knows his tea selection by heart. He gets up and goes to the cabinet in the kitchen.]

Lemon and honey, green, some...jasmine stuff, and black plum.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

{getting up, and drifting after, because like hell he won't watch while Riku makes him tea.}

Black plum.

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[Riku reaches into the cabinet and pulls out the container of tea leaves, grabbing out the other things he needs. He fills up the kettle and sets it on the stove to heat, glancing over as Zexion wanders in. He raises an eyebrow.]

What, afraid I'm going to poison it?

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

I'm not entirely certain that you know how to make tea properly. {stares... at...}

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes, getting out a small spoon and his two leaf meshes.]

Do you want yours strong or not?

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Strong. {just watching.} Who taught you to do this, Riku?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[He adds plenty of leaves to the wire mesh holder, locking it in tightly so nothing will spill as he waits for the water to boil.]

I taught myself after a few failed attempts. And after seeing that tea bags weren't as good as real leaves.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

When?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

In the past year, while Sora slept.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Waiting. I see. {he leans back against the counter, comfortable.}

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[He half-smiles.]

Yes, I perfected my homemaking skills while he was sleeping. Nice, huh?

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Did he appreciate it?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

Sora had no idea until he got here and I started cooking for him.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Does he appreciate it now?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

[Mockingly offended, now.]

He eats breakfast at a diner every day and packs in five pancakes at least.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

What a waste. Do you eat in?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

Why waste money on take-out?

[He fills up the other wire mesh with some green tea for himself.]

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Exactly. {glances at the tea.} Is it your favorite?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

It keeps me awake. [He looks back at him.] Yeah, it is. I like the bitterness of it.

[illusionomicon.livejournal.com]

Do you also prefer dark chocolate?

[walkthedawn.livejournal.com]

Most times, yes. You?