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They're just two monsters doing their best to get by in a horror game, and when Ryou looks at him happily, Atem feels like he's winning it.]
Well, I can only really cook one thing...
[He leads Ryou by the hand to the little table off the kitchen, where a sizeable hunk of slow-cooked someone is sitting tender and marinated in front of the seat Ryou takes most often. It looks a lot like steak, sliced up into even sections, presented in the center of the plate with chopped green scallions garnishing it. There's a smaller plate of bread next to it and a glass and a few things to drink (wine? softer cider? lemon-lime club soda?) closer to the center if the table, but cooking vegetables and making them taste good is beyond what Atem's capable of. He's quite serious about what he just said -- he only knows how to do "person." There's not even eggs.
(There are eggs, just, absolutely fuckwrecked and inedible, and disposed of. An attempt was made, but he flew too close to the sun.)
Bread and steak will have to do.]
...but I'm pretty good at it.
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Today, those feelings are silenced. Even his inadequacy is pushed so far down that it can only tickle at the edges of his mind, because this is his time with Atem.
And when he's finally brought to the table and presented with something that's for him, made by someone who he loves dearly...Ryou doesn't even speak immediately. His gold-and-black eyes flick across the entire table, taking in the sight of that beautifully cooked meat, the bread, the drinks...
It's so thoughtful Ryou feels as if he might cry. His heart feels as if someone's dipped it into an ethereal warmth, and there's butterflies in his stomach, as if Atem had just kissed him for 5 minutes straight. His fingers curl tightly around Atem's, while the other hand goes to his chest, showing how touched he is.]
It's...it's lovely.
[This isn't even Ryou getting choked up about food, it's the effort Atem had put in. The love. He didn't have to garnish with scallions!! He didn't have to put bread out, or a variety of drinks, or even do this as a surprise, but he did and hhhhhhh...it's such a touching gesture...
He has to pull Atem into a hug.]
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[He breaks into that laugh as he's pulled in for the hug -- will Ryou be able to tell that he's winking? His bat-wings give a pleased little flutter, rearranging themselves on his shoulders primly.]
I learned how to do this some time ago, but since you weren't a meat-eating type, it never seemed like the time!
[And then there'd been November, when he'd not been in any kind of place to do something like this. This might have happened sooner, if Atem had remained a vampire...]
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Just breakfast comes premade from the store, or from a restaurant.
This is...this is something that came from your heart, right? It's why you sent me back to my room, you wanted it to be perfect and it is, it really is perfect, Atem.
[Don't mind him, he's just, uh. Rambling emotionally into Atem's hair and he could totally feel the implied wink in Atem's words, even if he couldn't see it. Whereas Atem's wing-shifting is pretty simple and not the least bit invasive to Ryou's personal space, there's a definite thump-thump-thump as Ryou's tail wags so furiously that he smacks it into the chair.
(which is far better than possibly causing damage to breakfast)
Give him a minute or two, he wants to hug and be hugged.]
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[A thin blue tail winds affectionately around Ryou's ankle.
Yes, his heart's in it. Usually, Atem's the kind of person who, when turned loose in a kitchen, burns water. Instant noodles and a hot plate are managed without mishap, sometimes. But, now that he's finally able to make one thing?]
I learned how...and wanted to do it, for you.
[Atem has plenty of meat eating friends. Many of them live on this floor. This particular smell has never come out of the Apt 806 kitchen before. This is not a look-after-his-friends-and-make-people-eating-easier thing, this is a boyfriend thing.
Ryou has an uncanny ability to keep Atem from feeling threatened, in any way. Making something like this for someone who might take it as having power over him? Who might read it as something someone beneath them would do? Never. This would never happen. But with Ryou, it's simply a nice present -- not a service, but something he put work into and wanted to give.
It's comfortable.
So, Atem stays here, arms around Ryou's waist, comfortable and safe. He's quiet for a little bit, but if it keeps up, he will say--]
Don't let it get cold, now.
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He's not blushing, you're blushing.]
Y-you're right, I shouldn't waste your efforts.
[He takes a deep breath, wills his tail to calm down even though he is definitely very happy, very spoiled, and only then does he move to take a seat. It's done carefully, allowing Atem to either pull away or double down on the tail around his ankle.]
There's some for you, right?
[Because Ryou is, if nothing else, extremely polite. He can't just sit here and eat this without Atem having any, can he? Even though...demons don't need to eat people, and this is very obviously well-cooked sinner made for Ryou's dietary needs.]
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He pulls an apple out of a fruit basket that's also on the table, but not necessarily meant to go with the person steak, and polishes it on a sleeve.]
Oh, I'll eat some if you want to share it! But don't worry about me. I've told you, I don't starve myself!
[He has been snacking all day. How does Ryou think Atem made it without eating the human himself?
I've never needed to eat human meat, but I don't mind it...the TÃĪgevalgten tricked me into it in Rota, and after that, it hasn't really seemed like a big deal...
[Monch! He takes a big ol bite outta the apple. Very easy with such sharp teeth.]
I 'id 'ake a li'le -- [swallow!] -- to make sure it was good.
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[Ryou doesn't linger on that though, instead focusing on his breakfast because he has been pretty excited to try it. He takes hold of fork and knife to politely slice one of the sections even smaller than it already is (even though he probably doesn't have to, he's a werewolf, what is he doing), and take his first bite.
...
...
Oh, if he was a shade, his eyes would be positively glowing. But that's alright, because his ears can carry the work there. They flick straight up as Ryou's eyes widen. This...this is really good! It's tender and juicy and perfect!!
The tail that had been stilled long enough for him to sit is now twitching uncontrollably and he's trying not to let it wag so it doesn't get him into trouble with his surroundings but this is so good. SO GOOD?!
Once he's done admiring the flavor...Ryou less-politely shoves another piece in his mouth and chews.
What did he do to deserve such a perfect boyfriend? He can't even speak, it would disrespect this delicious food...but he does hum his distinct approval anyway.]
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[The approval comes across loud and clear, even though Ryou isn't saying anything; good, Atem's glad. He's pleased as punch that it worked, and he's going to munch his apple as Ryou works his way through the meal, taking a hunk of bread at some point, too. He's just using his hands, it's fine, they've been clean for cooking this whole time.]
If you like, I'll show you how to do it. But don't go making it all the time, or I'll have to figure something else out, for when I want to impress you, or say "sorry"...
[His tail undulates lazily behind his chair, a calm, pleased back-and-forth. His demon ears don't move much, but currently, they're pricked a little bit forward, paying attention.]
not me gettin lost in art all day. :P
Just, you know. With a tiny bit of class.
He takes a pause after a minute or two to respond to Atem though. It would be rude not to!]
Mm, I'm not sure if I could bear to do it.
[He doesn't sound sad about it, but there is honesty in it.]
I know...I know it's silly, but having something like this prepared for me is okay! I don't mind it! B-but I wouldn't want to take part in the, um. The procedure.
[Feeding instinctually as a werewolf was one thing. Properly excising a cut of meat for something this nice? He isn't sure he could take part in that process.]
...Is that weird? I don't want you to think this isn't delicious and I wouldn't eat it again, of course. It's really great!
[Which is why he samples another piece. There really aren't many left.]
Great enough that if I did switch my feeding type I'd have to bribe you to cook for me more often.
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No, it's not weird at all. It's like the difference between a crime of passion and a murder in cold blood...
[One of them takes more willpower than the other. All it takes to commit a crime of passion is to get carried away, but to do something premeditated, to cut up meat that had once been a person...
...he doesn't think less of Ryou at all for not being capable of the latter.]
...but if we didn't have monsters who could butcher corpses, the soup kitchen wouldn't be able to operate. The ones who can tolerate it make things easier for the ones who can't...
[He's just thinking out loud now, distant a moment, then comes back to earth.]
If you switch your feeding type, you won't have to bribe me at all! Just ask. I'll do it for special occasions, too...only, since I asked you out during a fog, I might not be able to guarantee it on an anniversary!
[Whoops.]
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[Sometimes...there are things here that revive Ryou's faith in the good of the community. The soup kitchen didn't need to exist, but it does...to help people.
He picks up another piece of people food and brings it to his lips...then pauses. Wait.]
Ah...a-anniversary? H-haha, I never really thought...much about having an anniversary.
Is...he a bad boyfriend?! When was their anniversary?! He's going to have to backtrack...!!
But for now, he doesn't draw attention to it. Though he is a little blushy at the thought that they might, at some point, reach a year of dating. Things in Ryou's life are fleeting, he finds. But he'll hope for that kind of outcome. He'd do whatever he could to still be with Atem in a year!]
You don't have to worry about that anyway. It's just as likely that I'd be stuck in in my fog form than anything else, and such a meal would be wasted even if you weren't stuck in yours.
[...Unless Atem intended to roast an entire human on a spit. Yikes.]
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He leans his chin on a clawed hand, the one not waving the apple core in a dismissive gesture.]
Of course, it'd be better if we weren't here in another eight months...and you didn't have to eat any part of a human at all.
[Maybe they'll be back in Domino, or maybe in a different world entirely, something beyond Ryslig's borders, a place the vortex opened to.]
Maybe there's another kind of meat that cooks similarly, that I can make for you instead. I'll worry about that when we come to it!
cw extra credit cannibalism
[Ryou Bakura how do you know that?
If he's asked, it'll take a moment before he answers, because he's finishing off his breakfast now.]
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He just accepts that this is one of those weird wonderful little things Ryou Bakura knows, because he's fascinated by the morbid and grotesque. It'd be like asking Atem how he knows the earliest dice were the heel bones of cows and sheep. They're both kind of like this, and Atem is very fond of it.
He grins, his smile irrepressible as he reaches for the bottle of wine, running a claw around the foil.]
Pork it is, then. At least, that's what I'll try first.
[He sticks a claw into the cork, then twists his finger to pull it out with a little pop! A dash gets poured into a glass on Atem's side of the table, and he raises it in Ryou's direction.]
Here's to getting out, and getting to make this again, out of a real pig, instead of a metaphorical one.
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He feels more at home by Atem's side than he could ever have felt back home. That should bother him...but right now, it doesn't. He's happy. Happy enough to reach for his own glass of wine--he'd been debating which drink to take, but now he's more certain--and he raises it as well.]
You cook the meat, I'll make the sides. Between us both, I think we'd put together quite a feast.
[They'll figure it out. Together.
...And there goes his tail again, swaying from side to side in the universal wolf expression of happiness. He doesn't even bother to control it.]
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[He's just idly fantasizing now. Wouldn't it be nice, to be out, to throw a big event, to have everyone he cares about there...]
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[Ryou takes a long sip as he mulls it over.]
I say...practice with each other first...then throw a party later. I'm alright with it, I rather enjoyed throwing that last one.
[Even if afterwards he was exhausted and fell asleep on the couch. It's fine. He was fine, because everyone else had a good time!]
i'm so sorry.
[There's something lascivious in how Atem says it. Atem, please, Ryou just woke up, don't hit on him this early, even if it's like 8pm for you.
He was never this bad when he wasn't a demon.]
SHIBE BONK. HORNY JAIL!!!
Uh! Sir!
It's the morning sir if you were going to be this way you should have led with that before breakfast!]
That...that sounds inappropriate!
[Yeah no shit, Ryou.]
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[A very unconcerned sip of his drink.
Then, something occurs to him, and a very controlled mask comes down to hide a sudden burst of playful energy.]
How terrible, I've embarrassed you over breakfast! That won't do at all.
[There's a note in his voice that Ryou should be worried about. He's going somewhere with this.]
I'll have to make it up to you.
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You don't sound very sorry about it...
[Safe answer??]
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[He crosses to the refrigerator, opens the door, and pulls out a pastry box.]
That I'm properly repentant!
[He sits himself on the table next to Ryou, his tail deftly twitching out of the way.]
Luckily, I already had these...
[He opens the box.
It's creampuffs.
Do you need dessert for breakfast? Yes, when you're spoiling your boyfriend. Atem doesn't hold the box out yet, though, just sits on the table with his legs crossed, thoughtfully.]
You like them, right?
[He actually doesn't know. Atem got them because they were sweet and bitesized.]
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There's absolutely no way that Atem is just that lucky. He had to have asked the Ring-Spirit or something. He must be playing coy! But...it doesn't stop Ryou's eyes from practically shining with interest, nor does it stop his tail from wagging wildly behind him.]
I love them.
[Said like someone who has clearly been presented with their favorite food. Atem may as well have proposed to him, the way he's looking at those creampuffs.]
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Then, here...
[He holds one out between two claws, in front of Ryou's face.]
I'm very sorry for making inappropriate implications over breakfast. Please accept my apology!
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technically sfw but they're making it weird
maybe a liiiittle less sfw but still not terrible
g-rated kink itt, cw sexually charged profiteroles, these nerds, i swear
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