[ John nudges the door closed behind him and reaches up to loop his arms around Kyle's neck. He has to hover a bit to bury his face in the crook of Kyle's neck, but he doesn't even really seem to notice. ]
[ John is about to say he would never mess up a bathroom, until he remembers some particular bathroom-centered shenanigans in his youth. Some of which were Rose's fault! But he didn't help, either. ]
Don't worry, I won't make a mess of the bathroom. And we don't need to make a chore wheel or anything. Unless you want to? I get dibs on cooking, though.
[ John would suggest they cook together, but experience tells him they'll probably just end up having to order delivery. For reasons. ]
You don't have to tell me. I know. I feel that way too. It's impossible to describe, but... I can tell.
[ John hugs in tighter, and frankly he could just stay right there for the rest of eternity and probably be happy. But the great thing is, he doesn't have to, and after a moment, he pushes back gently, setting his feet back on the ground. ]
Anyway, I should probably take a shower, unless you want me to smell like a car air freshener all night. Do you... um, want to supervise and make sure I don't mess up the bathroom too much?
[ He attempts to waggle his eyebrows seductively. ]
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[ The message cutting off? And the sound of crashing tree branches outside? That's definitely not John being distracted and running into a tree.
And those pine needles in his hair when he lets himself in the front door? Yeah, no idea how those got there. ]
Uh... hey! I'm here for the tacos!
[ Totally cool. Absolutely nothing happened here. ]
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Kyle just goes to the door, kisses John on the cheek, and brushes pine needles from his shoulders.]
You've got tree sap on your glasses, handsome.
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[ John nudges the door closed behind him and reaches up to loop his arms around Kyle's neck. He has to hover a bit to bury his face in the crook of Kyle's neck, but he doesn't even really seem to notice. ]
I hope I make a good roommate.
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[He hugs John tight, like maybe he's worried he'll float away.]
...that said, I can be a bit of a pain about some stuff, which I should probably just own up to now. Mostly just like, keep the bathroom clean.
[Kyle really loves his bathroom. The waterfall shower and Japanese style soaker tub give him an inordinate amount of pleasure.]
But everything in the house is yours too, okay? And we'll split up chores, I can even make us a schedule...
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Don't worry, I won't make a mess of the bathroom. And we don't need to make a chore wheel or anything. Unless you want to? I get dibs on cooking, though.
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Well, how about we just see how things go naturally first? We can always make more structure if we need it.
And hey, you gotta let me cook for you sometimes, too. I have my mom's recipes memorized.
[Another hug.]
I can't tell you how happy you make me, dude.
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[ John would suggest they cook together, but experience tells him they'll probably just end up having to order delivery. For reasons. ]
You don't have to tell me. I know. I feel that way too. It's impossible to describe, but... I can tell.
[ John hugs in tighter, and frankly he could just stay right there for the rest of eternity and probably be happy. But the great thing is, he doesn't have to, and after a moment, he pushes back gently, setting his feet back on the ground. ]
Anyway, I should probably take a shower, unless you want me to smell like a car air freshener all night. Do you... um, want to supervise and make sure I don't mess up the bathroom too much?
[ He attempts to waggle his eyebrows seductively. ]
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[Kyle grins when John settles, because he does like being the tall one.
Then he cackles and slips his arm around John's shoulders.]
Yes. Dork.