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[house_onthehill]

Who: House and open!
When: Early evening
Where: The Boarding House kitchen.
Warnings: Getting that itch out, thanks West...
Notes: Multiple threads welcome!

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[a_tricky_one]

Gabriel had pretty much been eating nothing but cookies since this morning, but when he wandered into the kitchen and saw the man baking more his eyes lit up, "Sweet! Can I have some?"

[house_onthehill]

"Go ahead," House said, not even lifting his eyesight from his book, though the voice sounded unfamiliar to his ears. The voice sounded slightly douchey but maybe it's the remnants of New Jersey still leaving him. "Cafeful with the cayenne pepper and srirracha-sauce cookies though."

[a_tricky_one]

"Sriracha cookies?" he searched around the cookies, "Sounds delicious."

He grabbed a random cookie and shoved it in his mouth, adjusting the winter hat he'd found in his closet this morning and sitting down across from House.

[house_onthehill]

He's not going to mention the fact that sriracha is the mildest spicy sauce he could find or concoct but the stranger will figure it out eventually. The glare from the hat however manages to drag him out of Simon's discovery of the Sow's Head...the hat is fucking obnoxious. "Can I help you? Not that I will but it'll humor me."

[a_tricky_one]

Chewing with his mouth open, he looked over at the other man and smiled, "Nope. I just wanted a cookie. So, I guess you already did help despite yourself..."

[house_onthehill]

Is he trying to piss him off? "Despite myself? You ate my cookies, that I made out of the goodness of my heart."

[a_tricky_one]

He might be trying to piss him off, yes. Not much else to do around here, so why not?

"No... I'm pretty sure you baked all these because of Mr. West and his funky hoodoo cookie making compulsion..." he kept chewing, mouth open wide.

[house_onthehill]

After a few minutes, House slammed the cane besides the stranger, truly enjoying the nice crackle on the table. "Didn't your mother beat some manners into you? You do look like the Ol' Irish Catholic type."

[a_tricky_one]

"Irish Catholic-- that's funny." he chuckled to himself, still eating the same way, not bothered in the least by the cane being slammed near him. Then he shrugged, "And I didn't have a mother. Only a father."

[house_onthehill]

"Did he teach you some manners then? Or did he let you do as you pleased and lo and behold, you're here," House retorted, just as level while he returned to his book.

[a_tricky_one]

He propped his legs up on the table, "No, he didn't, really. He was mostly... absent. So, I suppose its the 'do as I pleased' option."

[house_onthehill]

"Ah, see; you come into the kitchen, grab one of my cookies and generally act like a spoiled dick. Normally, I'd rip you a new one but this time, I might respect it," the doctor said, "And the fact that I suspect that you, like some of the people here, can break me in half."

[a_tricky_one]

Well, he could. If he had his powers. At the moment he was as normal as normal could be. What bullshit.

But that didn't mean he wasn't perfectly willing to pretend otherwise.

He smirked, "You got that right, gimpy."

[house_onthehill]

"So, fly out of here." That was a dare that sooooooooooooo wanted to see.

[a_tricky_one]

"Mm... nope, I was more thinking that I'd saunter out of here." he stood up, and did just that.