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[canaan_divided]

Mamet doesn't know why he hasn't given Banky the desk yet. He was so eager to start it he probably drove Duck nuts, but it's been done, tucked away and hidden. Mamet thinks maybe he's been waiting for the right moment, but he isn't sure what sort of moment that is. So finally today he's had enough. Banky can't use the desk if he doesn't fucking

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[banky]

Banky was sprawled out on his bed, feet propped up against the partition and his head dangling off the side. In his hands was Miss Piggy's Guide to Life, which he was THOROUGHLY fucking enjoying. Chortling his ass off, he secretly wondered if Miss Piggy was going to worm her way into his Top Five Personal Heroes. She said that lifting mugs of hot chocolate was EXERCISE. Who the fuck was Banky to argue with THAT?

[canaan_divided]

Mamet grins when he finds Banky right away, and then he lets out a small sputter of laughter. He invites himself into the room, right up to Banky's bed

"You're reading about Muppets?" he asks, tipping the book toward himself.

[banky]

Staring upsidedown up at Mamet, Banky got a little cross-eyed. "Fuck yeah I am. The Muppets were VISIONARY." With a look that clearly read 'do you MIND', Banky tipped the book back in his direction and flicked the page.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet plucks Banky's book away, resisting the urge to try and balance it on his face. "They weren't even real," he says flatly. "Anyway, if you can pull yourself away from...away from Miss Piggy for a couple minutes, I've got something to show you."

[banky]

Banky pulled himself up on the bed, his feet still high in the air, heels of his sneakers digging into the partition. "One day you're gonna regret you said that. You're gonna walk into the kitchen and the fucking Swedish Chef'll be chopping shit up and I'm gonna laugh my ASS off." Mamet DID manage to pique Banky's interest, so he sat up, feet hitting the floor heavily.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

[canaan_divided]

"That is the day that when I take myself down to the psyche office and ask for my own personal straight jacket," Mamet says, tossing the book carefully onto the bed.

"It's a surprise," he adds, unable to hide a grin. He shoves his hands into his pockets and backs toward the door.

[banky]

Deftly picking up his hat from the bedpost, Banky swiveled it backwards and crammed it on his head.

"A surprise?" Now he was REALLY fuckin' invested in this shit. Climbing to his feet, Banky started to follow Mamet. "Is this a GOOD surprise or a bad one?"

[canaan_divided]

"Good," Mamet promptly says, nearly walking into the door frame. He stumbles a little, smiles bashfully, and steps out into the hallway, his boots loud on the linoleum.

"It's in the lab. Um...but it's not alive, or a weird science experiment. But I made it myself," he adds, starting to get nervous. He runs a hand over the back of his neck, peeks over at Banky, and stops at the lab doorway.

[banky]

"So it's not Kelly LeBrock or anything then. That's kinda fucking disappointing. Maybe you could put a bra on your head to lighten the blow," Banky said conversationally, following behind Mamet.

Then Mamet stopped just outside the lab door. "What?" Banky asked, looking over at Mamet. He shrugged, then looked inside the lab door.

And then he STARED. It was a drawing table, no ifs, ands, or buts afuckingbout it.

"Is that--" he started, and then STOPPED, needing to just stare a little more. Fuck, but suddenly he was jonesing for shit to sketch.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet doesn't know who Kelly LeBrock is, but he's so anxious he doesn't bother to ask. He pauses at the door, turns to get a look at Banky's face and grins when Banky sees the desk.

"It's a...it's a drawing...um, an art desk," Mamet says, tripping over his words, feeling his face flush a bit from embarrassment. "It's for you, so you can work on your comics."

[banky]

Eventually Banky pulled his gaze away from the art desk, though it wasn't fucking easy. He had to smack a hand to his own cheek and forcibly turn his head toward Mamet.

"It's for me?" he asked, sounding for all the world as though he barely dared to entertain the idea that the desk belonged to him.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet's pretty fucking pleased with Banky's reaction, happy he likes it, and nods. "Yeah, I just...you know, you should have somewhere to draw. Duck showed me how to build one and helped me make it, so...happy, well, I don't know when your birthday is," he starts to ramble. "Happy something..."

[banky]

The more Mamet rambled on, the bigger the grin on Banky's face got. He couldn't believe that Mamet would have gone to all that trouble just for HIM, especially when he'd kind of been a dick for a while there.

"Thanks," he said, staring at the art desk again. It was fucking SWEET. Seriously was lacking in the naked chick pictures like the one at home, but it wasn't like he didn't have a bigass stash of stroke books in his room to choose from. Turning to Mamet, Banky said soberly, "Thanks. Really. I can't fucking believe you did this."

[canaan_divided]

"You're welcome," Mamet manages to get out, feeling his heart get lodged in his throat, or maybe he's just dehydrated or something. He smiles a little uncertainly, touching the side of Banky's hand with his a moment before pulling it back.

"I don't know where you wanna keep it, but I can help you drag it there," he adds, feeling the need to say something.

[banky]

Banky's gaze settled on the hand Mamet had pulled away. He'd MADE that desk for Banky with that hand. With those hands. Jesus, but that must have taken a long fucking time.

Nobody had ever made him shit before. It kind of made him feel like an asshole, like he totally didn't deserve it for some reason. At the same time, he didn't give a fuck. Mamet had done it for him because he was a crazy fucker and he'd WANTED to. For Banky.

"Think it'd fit in my room?" he asked, rubbing at his chin as he eyeballed the desk.

[canaan_divided]

"Yeah. It should...right? Your room's not that small. We might have to move your bed, but, I don't see why not," Mamet says, eager to get it somewhere Banky can use it.

"Someday if you want a hut or something, you could ask them to build a whole room for drawing," he suggests, moving further into the lab to grab a side of the desk.