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What?

[Oh. There's a rare, genuine hint of concern in his voice. It's the kind of soft, unsavory thing he would usually hide from others, but it feels necessary here.]

Robert!

You should have eaten something.

[Flambae closes his eyes, sighing.

A part of him doesn't want to disturb the other man by having him get up. Why did he think the idiot would've had a bite while he was sleeping?! God, it's just like Robert and his stupid self sacrificing ass to wait for his nearly unconscious boyfriend to wake up and have dinner with him... But Flambae wasn't thinking straight, and then again, he never is, is he-]

Are you still hungry?

[He doesn't use this voice all that often. The accent is still present as always, but it's not the way he speaks to people who aren't... Well, significant.]

For anything other than ass.

[ Honestly, the concern that's clear in Flambae is really touching. But Robert groans anyway. He doesn't want to move from his warm heating pad either but he can tell that the nitpicky man is not going to let this go. ]

You need it more than I do.

[ If they need to do a care-off competition, he will. But he does reluctantly roll off of Flambae in preparation of getting out of bed. ]

I could eat something, and you definitely should.

[ He doesn't care how the healing factor works, Flambae hasn't eaten all that much today either. And yes, it is really ironic that Robert would insist on this behavior but he doesn't really care right now, as he leans forward and fishes around for his shirt. Granted, he's not sure if Flambae will wear the g-string to "dinner", so it's not like he really needs to fully get dressed. ]

And that sounds like a weird way to imply you want me to eat your ass.

[Again, Flambae laughs a little irreverently. The sound is as sweet as anything anyone could get from him, save for his niece, maybe.

He doesn't tell Robert that his healing factor, when it does kick in, when the wounds are all closed up and the exhaustion is gone, has a few other setbacks. For one, it's like having three espresso shots kick in in the dead of night, so he won't be sleeping easily either.]

Okay, fine! Fuck.

I'll eat if you do.

But why do I feel like you're the kind of guy who chooses sleep over food most days, huh? Mmm.

[At the mention of that, Flambae digs his fingers in Robert's hair again, those bright eyes curious. Like he's finally in careful contemplation, actually weighing his options and not wanting to say the wrong thing.

He's a bit too casual about a few things that men who have yet to experiment with other men may not be, not so much. It's selfish to hope that maybe he's the first guy that Robert has acted on any feelings for, but he'll go with that narrative anyway, since it makes him feel better, more special, more unique.

After a few seconds of intense eye contact, that is, if Robert is even willing to look back at him, he decides to answer honestly-]

Would you?

I was considering doing that for you, but... It freaks, ah...

I know you're not straight, but I guess, normie? Normie guys out?

[Flambae then blows a raspberry a little half-heartedly.]

Then again you're not really a normal guy either.

You're a fucking freak.

[lakdjflks]

[ They should probably hang out when they don't have work the next day. Then again, this wasn't really planned. And also, they work together so the chances of them going home together after is pretty high. Oh no, he's really got it bad doesn't he... ]

Good.

[ It's settled then. They'll eat. But he pauses in the middle of his shirt search to let Flambae put his fingers through his hair. He gives him a dry look at first. ] I sleep in a chair, remember? I'd definitely choose food first.

[ That being said, he allows the sudden, intense eye contact, wondering briefly if he's said something weird or if Flambae is about to say something weird. If it's the latter, that's not much to worry about, but with how deep this eye contact is going, it seems like it would be a doozy.

And it kind of is, but he can also kind of tell that it's a serious question. Flambae can fantasize or theorize whatever he wants really and Robert doesn't mind. But he is, either way, not nearly as experienced in the art of ... men. Despite what he says about blowing people. ]

I've never really done that before ...

[ He may have with a woman, we simply do not know. But, he crooks a smile, deciding not to correct any of this "straight/normie"whatever talk. Instead, he just shrugs. ]

I am kind of a freak though.

[ which ... means ... he's not opposed to it.

hELP ]

Yes, but that's not-

[The same level of comfort.

He doesn't like being wrong, but he'll try and remember it, mostly because it means that Robert and Beef are more alike than they appear. Like father, like canine son, apparently.

Robert moves to get dressed, and so it's Flambae who sits reluctantly while being swallowed by blankets, trying to stop himself from blurting out the first few things that come to mind, as he typically does, in part because they are so embarrassing.

Chad never really had the chance to experience his firsts with men his own age. He had a dangerous tendency in his youth to chase the kind of men who were strong enough to pin him down, older and larger, and not reliable sources of affection by any means. The intimacy was often violent, in a way that Flambae could bounce back from and enjoyed the risky nature of, but none of it could be considered healthy or viable. He was still in limbo at the time, deciding if he really wanted to stick it out on Earth for all that long, and in some ways he finds himself still reeling from it.

Like right now. God, he really is toxic, as Prism would say.]

Yo, hey! One step at a time, Robert, Jesus Christ!

I should probably do that for you first.

Do you even know how it feels?

[Ugh... He rubs the back of his own head with one hand, not bothering to put on anymore clothes. Robert has seen him naked, there's no point!]

Actually, don't answer that. Because if I have to think about somebody else doing that for you, I'm going to burn down this whole apartment.

Fucking forget it.

[It's nice that Robert is so adventurous. A lot of men cling so wholly to their masculinity... Flambae is literally a flaming homosexual and yet even he doesn't manage to clock himself doing it all the time.]

[ Truth be told, Robert sucks at both feeding himself and sleeping, really. So it's not like Flambae was wrong either. At least he stuffs his face with something though whereas he puts no effort into bettering his sleep situation. Honestly, Robert.

He pauses again to glance back at the large man wrapped up in his blankets and just. gives up on putting on his shirt again. Flambae should know though, that the more naked they are, the more likely dinner is going to get interrupted. He's been wanting to jump him since earlier this evening, after all. And also during work a couple times, before he got injured and flew off.

But now he needs to defend his honor a bit, so he scoffs. ]

Dude. You're the one who just asked me if I would. I was just answering.

[ He's not the one that needs to take a chill pill on it!

He half lays down again, just because he stretching back to reach for Flambae and his blankets, tugging at them. Either he is going to drag him out of this bed or he really is just going to jump his bones in a minute here.

It's so frustratingly endearing how he gets jealous over these fantasy scenarios about Robert and other men. ]

Just accept that I want to do the sex things with you. Okay?

[ Why'd he say it like that???? ]

Time to eat.

[Flambae flashes that small, catty smile again.

He will let himself be dragged, thank you. If Robert is tugging at his wrist, he will, very stupidly, just let their fingers intertwine. Leave him alone, he's fantasized so much about getting to punch Robert, he forgot they could hold hands like normal people in the first place.]

Do the sex?

[He repeats it in a manner that's as mocking as he can muster, only it sounds more affectionate than it ever did at the office.

Before, anyway. When he wasn't getting his ass kicked, he was being pretty flirtatious, much to the chagrin of their poor coworkers.]

I feel like you just transported me back to a web forum from 2009.

[Flambae allows himself to be guided to the table, not particularly concerned in the moment how this will impact him tomorrow. He'd rather Robert essentially move in, it's a lot less lonely in here with someone to wake up next to. He may broadcast himself as a thrill-seeker who loves danger, but judging by Flambae's array of fairly domestic, even homebody adjacent hobbies, he's just happy to have someone he can spend most of his time with (romantically).

Prism is such a fun friend to have, one he cherishes dearly- He'll have to hang out with her soon. She's giving him a surprising amount of space, probably because she's observed his not-so-secret Robert obsession for some time now.

He waits for Robert to sit down first, although he doesn't say anything because... That's just how he is.]

I am getting the feeling that you want a little bit more than just sex from me.

[look at him just standing there, a hairy (beautiful) giant in a g-string shane from heated rivalry and him would have so much to not talk but stand in silence about ok]

What's all this talk about being boyfriends, Robert?

[Again, he doesn't sound combative. His tone is light, teasing.

Gentle, even.]

[ Robert grins, even as their fingers slide together in such a tender gesture. ]

You're welcome.

[ Clearly he's not even sorry about the cringe way he said it. Like at all. But he does mean it! Flambae is always trying to shoot him down or tell him he doesn't understand things when it comes to intimacy, but that doesn't mean Robert isn't interested or doesn't want to learn. It's part of learning about Flambae in general, seeing what he likes in bed, seeing what really gets him going. Maybe even tasting every inch of his much too large, hairy body.

I'm sorry, that was kind of gross.

He tugs Flambae into the kitchen and is actually kind of waiting for him to sit down first. Because someone has to heat the Chinese food up and he figured that was going to be him. So actually they're both just standing in the kitchen now. Especially since he gets distracted by the gentle teasing. ]

Is that ... not what we are? At least, trying it out.

[ For just the briefest, most subtle of moments, his expression changes to one of despair. Like he's been left outside in the cold by everyone who was supposed to love him. Like he's woken up in a hospital bed alone again.

But of course it's only brief. You'd have to be a wizard to truly catch it. ]

I do want more than sex from you. I just want that too.

[Flambae steps closer, closing the gap between them. The food can wait, although he'll take the hint to heat it up in a second. He rubs at one of the sides of Robert's neck, flat, warm palms and all.]

Why not? It's not like either of us are getting any younger.

Even though, well. With my incredible skincare routine? We may be on the verge of a scientific breakthrough.

[He'll have to be careful.

Seeing Robert sad, even for a split second, has a visceral impact on him.

He doesn't like what it ignites, or that the strength of it feels almost unpredictable.

For now, he leans in to give Robert a soft peck on the lips. The next few words are whispered close against his:]

There's no use in delaying the inevitable.

If you don't have any qualms about it, I sure as hell don't.

[He's reluctant to leave Robert and begin heating up the food, but there he goes! Flambae removes some of the takeout containers from the fridge and pulls out a few plates, then gesturing for Robert to come over with the three-fingered hand.]

Get over here and tell me how much you want, asshole.

Edited 2026-02-14 03:48 (UTC)

[ In case this takes a tragic turn and he's being rejected or something, Robert tries not to lean against Flambae's hand and warmth too much. ]

Gee, thanks.

[ But he smiles, and he's happy about it. It's definitely not a rejection, just like he hadn't been brushed aside when he'd said "boyfriend" earlier today. So it's fine. It's good. They can work with this.

He sneaks one quick peck in return and answers as Flambae turns to pull the takeout out of the fridge. ]

I don't have any qualms about it.

[ He's the one that keeps telling Flambae to talk to him and let him worry about him and let him talk about wanting to do the sex things with him. All of this, even the stupid grindr stuff, took a lot of courage and a lot of back and forth thinking for Robert. So he's not going about it lightly. This isn't the same as being molested in the locker room by Invisigal or having his crotch grabbed by Malevola. Not even a little bit.

But, feeling happy, he walks over beside his crazy firestarting boyfriend again and shrugs as he looks over the containers. ]

Just enough so you won't complain that it's too little. [ ha ]

I feel like eating Chinese food in the middle of the night is asking for a rough morning.

[no no that joke was too cute and too accurate do not self-immolate (again)]

[He has to smile at that. Robert is right on the money with that, and it's a mortifying thing to realize that sometimes, he actually likes when the man inside the mech is right about things.

The portions he doles out aren't too extreme, as its the middle of the night and they might actually get up to a few things later. There's a pretty strong chance they are both going to be suffering tomorrow, but at least they'll be suffering together.

That and all this hubbub during the workweek means that Robert will be so exhausted over the weekend, he'll just have to sleep over. This is probably the least evil of evil schemes Flambae has ever cooked up, although to be fair, most of his are more reckless and dumb than actively villainous.

He sets Robert's plate down alongside some washed silverware and pulls out his chair for him.]

It is.

But it's that or a hunger-related headache, so~! Pick your fucking poison, bro.

I've got some antacids in the medicine cabinet somewhere.

If you end up needing them, just let me know!

[he will tease him tho he will]

Edited 2026-02-14 04:04 (UTC)

[ Will get up to some things, if Robert's horny ass has its way. But anyway. First he wanted Flambae to feel better and heal, and now he wants him to be well-fed first. It really is amazing how fast things can switch on when you suddenly really start caring about another person. Or even yourself. He thinks he really could try and make more of an effort if that's what Chad wants- or to let the effort be made for taking care of him.

It'll be weird. Maybe even uncomfortable at times. But worth it?

This evil scheme of Flambae's is actually very nefarious though. Robert would be a bit impressed if he figured it out.

For now, he just smiles at the wildly chivalrous gesture of having his seat pulled out for him, and sits down. ]

You say that like my head isn't always hurting.

[ That's a really sad thing to say. But you know. Gallows humor, sardonic commentary, it's how Robert copes.

He absolutely does not want to be made fun of for having the chinese shits though... ]

Uh-huh. I'll let you know. Now sit down and eat.

[Flambae winces, unable to stop his slender nose from curling in distress when he hears that. Great! Now he'll continuously be thinking about that, and even feeling some residual guilt for having undoubtedly made that worse when he hit Robert at his silly little welcome party in that pathetic excuse for an apartment.

He shouldn't be so affectionate. It's the game he usually plays, not if he doesn't want to lose, and yet he can't help himself. Robert's touch starved nature is a part of what makes him so irresistible to his former nemesis, and he seems to crave the intimacy just as much as Flambae silently wants to dole it out.

The hairy giant leans over to give the freckled not-Hobbit a kiss on the temple before sitting down.]

The best cure for headaches is actual head, Robert.

[Whatever food Flambae's served for himself, he barely registers.

Just because he knows the other man is watching, he pokes his fork into a few bell peppers and pops them into his mouth.]

All that discipline you've put yourself through is sounding like it's done more harm than good, for you at least.

[ Robert catches the wince and gives Flambae a gentle pat on the arm. He needn't feel bad about it. Although perhaps this is a sign that he should really pull back on the morbid jokes. He doesn't have to be in some kind of pain all the time now. Probably.

He really would resent being referred to as anything close to a Hobbit. He's not even that small! This world is just crazy and full of giants. ]

You don't say?

[ he idly stabs some of his own food, watching Flambae for a few moments before he follows suit and eats a bite. See, he's feeding himself, it's fine. He knows how to eat. ]

I told you, I'm working on it.

[ It wasn't the best for him, that's the whole thing. His life has been the suit, the legacy, everything Mecha Man. Robert is just the guy underneath it all, and he didn't matter much until recently.

He lifts his brows but keeps his eyes on the chicken he's skewering with his fork. ]

So are you offering or what?

[Flambae's shoulders immediately relax when he sees Robert take a bite. It's not something the Z-teamer notices himself, as he's too paralyzed by yet another bout of his own insecurities teeming through his head again.

His own sex life has been far from boring, but indulging in the kind of bedroom fare that he's grown accustomed to is likely to be far too dangerous for Robert, which makes him worry that he's being too repetitive.

It's nice to watch the man own his fairly obvious desire in the comfort of Flambae's apartment, as it seems like the poor man is desperately walking on eggshells at all other hours of the day. He's been so blatant with his affection thus far that it's actually come as a bit of a surprise to Flambae, who isn't unused to forward if downright vulgar come-ons, so he might as well return that enthusiasm with his own.

Which is honest, at least.]

Fuck yeah! I mean... I am.

[Underneath the table, he'll reach out and splay a hand over the thigh closest to him, rubbing it up and down, then going high enough to hooks his thumb over and under the loops that hold Robert's belt.]

I'm still thinking about how good you looked when you tried me on for size.

[Flambae wonders if he's being convincing enough.

At least what he's saying is sincere.]

I think I liked when you got sloppy.

[ It could be that Robert is so forthcoming with his desires around Flambae because he's always on eggshells otherwise. Because he's given someone (Visi) the wrong message before. And maybe, also, the dispatcher is just really happy with these developments in his personal life. With SDN and the Z-Team he's felt more alive in a while, but with Flambae in particular, he feels a certain vibrancy he was lacking before. Or probably never had. It's something not to shy away from.

He smiles through a mouthful of Chinese as Flambae's reply, trying not to think too much over the hand that's creeping up to his belt loops beneath the table. Last time they didn't make it through a meal either. That's probably not a habit they want to stick to if they're going to nag each other about eating all the time. ]

Okay. Good.

[ He says this simply once he's swallowed that forkful, and then digs in for a couple more, hoping Flambae will do the same. That's right, he has to eat his Chinese vegetables before they consider getting frisky.

If you look, though, the way his ears get a bit red at the firestarter's words is pretty obvious. He's definitely not unaffected. ]

Sloppy, that's— [ ahemhem ] I just, uh, I was really into it that's all.

[ He mumbles that last bit very quietly because it's embarrassing. Okay he's not going to be shy about his desires but when you point out the details he might be a little bit. This is different than some one night stand or two though! This actually matters, and he's real rusty at it. ]

[Flambae swears he's never thought this hard about horny banter before. Robert isn't quite as predictable as the sort of generic gay men he's met on Grindr, and even that points to what he's been lacking. Who's to say he wasn't chasing men who seemed similar on the surface, although they were devoid of any and all of the real hero's strength of character. Their sadness wasn't quite so pathetic, nor did it hit him over the head with the same degree of pathos. They're not as bizarre nor as silly, something especially disappointing for someone who is such a wildcard, and they had seemed a lot harder to read.

He tugs at Robert's belt a little, trying to determine if he should undo it altogether or just slip his fingers beneath the hem of the dispatcher's workpants.

Flambae eyes Roberts ears for good measure. Are they getting more red from his words, or under the table advances, he shall see...]

That's what I mean.

[Flambae does his best to keep his voice steady and sultry.]

You got sloppy because you were working my cock so damn hard. ❤︎⁠

[Shit, is it even working?

Some men don't like hearing that word.]

I've never seen your eyes so full of lust.

[Longing, maybe.

He thought he had caught some glimpses of Robert looking at Blazer early on. In those moments, he was overtaken by wild bouts of jealousy, even if he wasn't ready to admit that's what and how he was feeling at the time.]

When they were open, anyway.

[He snorts, although the sound isn't nearly as pejorative as usual.]

So you're shy and you always want me to kiss you.

I really thought you'd be more of a dog.

[How does he say it?

That he finds himself surprised by how much he prefers that.

It's unexpected.]

Edited 2026-02-15 04:59 (UTC)

[ It's sort of a point of pride for Robert that he's ended up being less predictable than expected. Half the time he's exasperated by Flambae's responses to him and half the time he is actually quite smug to catch the former villain off his guard. It feels like he can't be too easy for Flambae to read, or he might get bored or something similar. Mind you, Robert doesn't really know the full extent of how obsessed Flambae is with him. ]

Maybe.

[ Right this second at least, it is probably safe to say he's okay with the word 'cock' if he's okay with words like 'dick' and 'areola'. It doesn't matter if he is nor not, since he is getting flustered by the attention beneath the table. Of course he wants to give up on his chicken too and just give in to his horny urges, but they're out here because Flambae insisted, and then he insisted back! ]

Mmf.

[ That ends up being his muffled response at first because he's just taken a bite when his belt's getting tugged on. He puts down his utensils once he's swallowed and almost glares over at Flambae. Except it's not really all that aggressive, it's more like ... can you glare while you're flirting?? ]

I'm not shy. I'm just-

[ He's rusty. He's rusty and he doesn't know what he's doing like at all. Also, what's wrong with wanting to be kissed? ]

Anyway, you're the one who insisted we come out here and eat.

[ So maybe, in a way, Robert is kind of dog adjacent. He very much was angling to get horny earlier. ]

[Unfortunately, he loves their little games.

The (pseduo)-psychological trickery is all-consuming for a man who unironically gets excited about his CandyCrush score on his phone. His attention span has been pretty negatively impacted by his somewhat recently developed addiction to social media, the Big Tech Weirdoes unfortunately do have a hold on him and the deep v-neck loving man is none the wiser. So, whatever Robert does to create ~mystery~ in this bizarre partnership will probably serve him well, provided that he isn't breeding any doubt or fiery resentment in Flambae's fickle heart.]

What can I say?

I like seeing you with your mouth full.

So fucking sue me, man.

[In reality, he'd rather Robert eat. He doesn't have the benefit of superhero biology, and he also gives off the vibe of someone who often misses his meals because he was busy working or just forgot.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to be kissed, it's cute. Flambae just isn't all that used to people who seek that sort of affection from him. That was why the stupid makeout with the repressed British man felt so significant to him.]

You're just what?

[If he tells Robert anything about how he really feels, Flambae wonders if he'll be in trouble.

He's already mentioned, if during sex, that he'd like to see Robert's face when he finishes.]

Scared?

[Flambae enjoyed the noise that Robert made, so he will be undoing that belt right now. Something about how the metal clicks, the noise is enough to make him horny.

He wonders if for Robert, it feels the same.]

Me too.

[ Robert certainly hopes he's not breeding any doubt in that pretty little head there. At least nothing that will ruin this or turn his sad little life upside down again. He isn't exactly the dreamy fairytale type, he is aware this could not work out, but Robert also ... doesn't want to feel that he's at his lowest point again anytime soon. ]

Maybe I like having my mouth full.

[ The very particular arch of his brow as he gives off this silly retort is very 'come hither', a challenge for Flambae to absorb and decide if he wants to explore later.

Okay, so it's fair to say that he unfortunately also likes the games that they play with each other. But it makes sense, that it would draw the two of them together and really build up that weird tension they don't get when they goad other people. ]

I'm ...

[ He wants to know how Flambae really feels. Of course he does. But he knows it's uncool to just be vulnerable so he has made it a point to only ask directly when he's really very exasperated with the fiery man beside him. It honestly does surprise him that he admits his scared, too. For a while, before he got to know him even as much as he does now, Robert probably would have thought that someone as vibrant and loud as Flambae could never be scared. He's so unapologetically himself and so confident when he's telling anyone who will listen exactly what he wants.

It's not that simple though, he knows now. There are more layers to this hot cheeto than Shrek and his onions, and Robert looks forward to peeling them back bit by bit.

Which is to say that yes, the noise of having his belt undone as they look at each other over their late night dinner, does indeed make Robert want to jump Flambae's bones all over again. ]

Maybe I'm scared. I don't really know what I'm doing, I just know that I want to do it.

[ So yeah, he gets a little flustered here and there. Like maybe being too giddy or too horny at just the wrong moment will mess things up. Or maybe he's surprising himself, that he can feel this sort of way. ]

Edited (added some shit) 2026-02-16 02:23 (UTC)

You certainly like biting off more than you can chew.

[Flambae can feel the heat in his own cheeks as he's caught off-guard by Robert's reply, despising himself for being so obviously desperate and frighteningly transparent.

His own predictably possessive nature is setting off alarm bells in his own crinkled walnut of a brain, and he pathetically attempts to swallow down his excitement at the idea that Robert is really testing the waters with him in this regard. Surely the man has had other partners, although everything he says is pushing Flambae into believing that anyone Robert has managed to touch has been a woman, which should neither be here nor there.

Only it isn't.

There's something so sad about him feeling relieved that he doesn't have to compete with the Olympic Gold (Head)alists of the greater Los Angeles area, aka those other sexy and wildly judgmental bastards on Grindr. Almost spitefully, he undoes Robert's zipper and grabs at whatever he can get a hold of beneath the underwear, forgoing his own meal entirely.]

I don't care that you don't.

If I did, I wouldn't be-

[So goddamn possessed by the thought of Robert anyway.]

I wouldn't be after you.

Edited 2026-02-16 03:21 (UTC)

Touché.

[ seriously, he's not sure he can come up with a comeback for that one, sexy or not. He'll concede the victory just this once. Just this once!

Besides, he can barely hear his own thoughts anymore over the way his heart is beating in his ears. He feels both that this is a very important moment and also that he's going to be way too horny to finish up his food. But he's eaten more than Flambae, so there is that. Probably.

He practically shivers when those too-warm fingers find their way past his zipper and even his underwear, immediately dropping his fork again like any hope of scooping up a bit is lost now. ]

Flambae-

[ He is potentially warning him this time instead of greedily putting his mouth on him.

But it's good to hear the rest, too. It's good to hear that his fumbling around and random uncertainties aren't enough to turn Flambae away from him. A lot of the silly, squirmy tension in his chest slips away at that. ]

Good, because it's probably not going away any time soon.

[ He's still figuring out what he wants and likes and what Flambae wants. There are bound to be more moments where he appears to get real shy about himself.

For now though.... ]

If we don't leave this table right now, I am going to jump you.

[With a grin that's downright sinister, Flambae withdraws his hand, not even a little bit sorry at the disappointment he's about to cause. The clink of the silverware as it falls to the table was just too damn satisfying, and if Robert doesn't eat tonight, Flambae will make sure to feed him, even if it's by dropping a huge breakfast takeout order onto his desk before heading out for his own shift.

He even leans back in his thrifted wooden chair, crossing those ~~yaoi hands~~ punching arms over his chest. All he needs is a white Persian cat in his lap to seal this perfect supervillain shot.]

Then jump.

[He then puts both hands in front of him, ushering Robert towards him with whatever fingers he has left, as one would in a game like football or basketball, asking for a pass.]

I'll be sure to catch you.

[ Ooough, he really is a villain. Robert can't even believe what his eyeballs are seeing right now. And that hand withdrew from him? He should retaliate by going back to chowing down on the remains of his plate. Except it's too late for that, they both know that. Robert even warned that it was.

Damn it. ]

I hate you.

[ Clearly he hates him, because he pushes himself and his chair back, gets up, and really, truly does hop right into Flambae's lap. He captures his face in his (fully fingered) hands and kisses him like it's the first time all over again. ]

You're so annoying.

[ And he kisses him again. ]

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