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Yes, thinking of Gau clearly summons him to your side with a poof of smoke. OUR RP IS MAGICAL~

[cakebakenojutsu]

Granted, there was more pink hair in the castle than one would have thought logical or possible. However, the lists of staff and professors were easy enough to find, along with their respective offices, and Gau was organized. He hadn't been entirely lax in his intentions NOT to run into Raikou until he was ready with the flower creating spell. Granted, that had rather fallen apart, because Raikou had KNOWN he was there almost immediately (More proof of Raikou's brilliance!) but still.

The way Raikou attacked the pastry however, just confirmed Gau's suspicions that Raikou wasn't eating. He wondered vaguely if there was some trick to it. Something like...the way food didn't taste appetizing to him unless it was eaten with someone else, or even BY someone else a bit beforehand.

He peered after Raikou, a bit alarmed by his suddenness, though.

"Y-? You're just going to...? Just like that?" His eyes bugged--not that they weren't significantly bugged to start with. "B-But...shouldn't...?" He chewed his knuckle. Well...Raikou DID have an assistant, and the door WAS right here... And Miss Derosiers seemed very kind, and helpful even if she spent a lot of her time looking through the books instead of shelving them as efficiently as Gau would have. (It wasn't stalking. It was careful watching and recon to be sure that those surrounding Raikou were of the finest character and quality!)

Gau crept carefully around the desk afraid to move anything out of place. He felt like he shouldn't be allowed back there, like...it was a teacher's lounge or something. He swallowed a little.

Aah. He probably looked it, too. If Raikou was offering tea. Gau swelled up, trying to hide it better. "I would be honored to accept Mister Raikou's tea when he's done with it!" He replied with a bit too much enthusiasm, and rather a different twist there.

Too late he remembered the single teacup, hiding his presence from those Gau learned vaguely enough, might not be too happy with him being in Raikou's home. The comfort of it, and the care he'd taken to clean up things and pretend he didn't exist when Raikou had to entertain someone who might object. (Because he was supposed to be a muggle. Because he wasn't supposed to know...)

What if that was one of the comforting thoughts sucked out of him in Azkaban? He'd already thoguht they might not want to be friends. What else might he think or not think? How changed could he be?

Gau gulped. "Er...that is...whatever...makes you more comfortable, Mister Raikou."

It's the "I need an adorable boy for company" spell!

[drivenbyblood]

Raikou's appetite tended to follow his emotions. If he was calm and content, he ate more. If he was nervous and tense, he usually could only eat enough to make sure he didn't starve. Having said that, however, he could rarely - if ever - say no to Gau's cooking. The boy had a talent - there was no denying that.

"Yes." he smirked at Gau's stuttering, opening up the door to his office, "I can keep an eye on the Library and teach you at the same time."

Did you think he hadn't sprung traps down each aisle? No one was going to steal a book on his watch.

"Mm." he started making the tea, a small smile on his lips, "Here." he filled a cup and handed it to Gau, "Try it first." his eyes sparkled in a way that nearly gave him away.

Yes, he remembered the single cup. But he wanted to put Gau at ease before they began.

Oh? You're just lucky you didn't summon Ritsuka or something instead, then. Gau resents being cute.

[cakebakenojutsu]

Starving, yes.
That was the good thing about when they'd been housemates, really. Raikou and he both tended not to eat when excited and demanded of eachother enough to force the other to eat. Gau fought the battle with pastries, and new recipies, and lingering aromas. Raikou fought it with a broad smile, and his chapped knuckles against Gau's suddenly more willing face.
It was a wonder neither of them had starved yet. Fortunately, Gau's almost-ragged thirdhand uniforms were a little bigger on him than they should have been to start with.

That was Raikou for you, though. He could notice a fly buzzing in the room, and cut the head off of it with his sword, but he wouldn't notice that he hadn't eaten. Gau had been trying to glance around surruptitiously at the office to try to see what Raikou's life had been bent around without him there. It was sloppier than he would have left it, of course. And...he noted an awful lot of shades of red--both faded and fresh. It reminded him a bit too much of Raikou's wrecked bedroom the first time they'd met where he'd felt like he was sleeping in a mess of borrowed entrails from all the red and pink and brown everywhere. Books...tea set...whetstone...dogeared copies of muggle magazines on swordpoint...a half-eaten tin of biscuits with crumbs scattered out all over one desk.

Half of him wanted to clean it.
The other half of him wanted to move in.

There was a teacup in his hands, suddenly. A sweet aroma. Gau hesitated. He was never the one who got the first cup. He was always...
He looked to Raikou nervously, then...relaxed a little.
He was smiling.
Probably being kind again.

Gau tentatively took a sip.
Raikou would know how he liked his tea. They both drank it exactly the same way after all...