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@bloodbarren ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ he didn’t bother to muffle his sigh of relief—doppy grin stretched wide across freckled features when alden finally pulled away. ordering in would’ve been enough, honestly, but unagi couldn’t pretend he wasn’t looking forward to al’s cooking. not really.      "we? don’t be modest. all i do is set out the ingredients, maybe take something out of the oven if you ask. the magic’s all you."

@vengeant 
                                  no,   / no. /   i want to cook with you.   it’s,   it’s relaxing,   and we can still lay in bed after.   [   he wraps his arms around him,   keeping him close.   he pulled away after a moment,   grinning,   realizing he’d just completely disregarded nagi’s attempt at trying to keep himself clean.   ] 
               besides,   no one cooks as good as i do.   as we do.   we have everything we need right here.   

@bloodbarren ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ he lies there a moment longer, watching alden’s tired form, chest rising slow, eyes half-lidded. something flickers behind his own gaze, a thought, before he moves too, brushing off dirt transferred from alden’s clothes. then he’s close again—chin pressed to his shoulder, hand firm on his bicep, holding him still.      "wait. i mean—"      a sheepish grin,      "we could just order something in. dinner, all cozied up in bed. sounds better, doesn’t it?”