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Characters: Rufus and Asch
Location: Their apartment
Rating: PG
Time: November 23, evening
Description: Rufus can't hide from Asch forever, even if he'd like to.
After the argument he'd had with Asch, Rufus had avoided eating at home. If he was home while Asch was awake, he'd stayed in his room, safe from any attempts at food poisoning or that equally nasty glare. It wasn't his fault Asch couldn't handle the truth (that he does argue like a housewife!) and Rufus wasn't going to take the blame.
It didn't help that he'd actually caved and apologized in his own way. That was definitely a conversation worth avoiding. Rufus didn't want it pointed out to him at all that the gifts he'd gotten Asch even existed. The whiskey, chocolate liquors, and the book had been left neatly on the kitchen counter late that same night before Rufus had tip-toed off to bed.
He'd left early that day and had breakfast out, but once work was over, Rufus realized he was going to have to come home and eat while Asch wasn't looking. Eating out was destroying his carefully constructed budget.
Maybe Asch was done being mad?
He turned his key in the lock and pushed open the door, wishing it didn't open right into the kitchen. Still, his own door was directly across from that. He could always bolt straight to it if Asch was in the kitchen.
Location: Their apartment
Rating: PG
Time: November 23, evening
Description: Rufus can't hide from Asch forever, even if he'd like to.
After the argument he'd had with Asch, Rufus had avoided eating at home. If he was home while Asch was awake, he'd stayed in his room, safe from any attempts at food poisoning or that equally nasty glare. It wasn't his fault Asch couldn't handle the truth (that he does argue like a housewife!) and Rufus wasn't going to take the blame.
It didn't help that he'd actually caved and apologized in his own way. That was definitely a conversation worth avoiding. Rufus didn't want it pointed out to him at all that the gifts he'd gotten Asch even existed. The whiskey, chocolate liquors, and the book had been left neatly on the kitchen counter late that same night before Rufus had tip-toed off to bed.
He'd left early that day and had breakfast out, but once work was over, Rufus realized he was going to have to come home and eat while Asch wasn't looking. Eating out was destroying his carefully constructed budget.
Maybe Asch was done being mad?
He turned his key in the lock and pushed open the door, wishing it didn't open right into the kitchen. Still, his own door was directly across from that. He could always bolt straight to it if Asch was in the kitchen.