Happy (belated) Father's Day! ... Uh oh.

[herlastwish]

[So you find yourself being drawn towards the smell of summer grilling. Outside in one of the (numerous neutral) summer courtyards is a long table with a grill set out to the side, already lit and with a few hamburger patties set out for the cooking.

On the table is not what you may have expected, if you went to the Mother's Day party(?). Instead,

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[herlastwish]

... What the hell. [Wearing this bad boy, oh yes.]

[herlastwish]

Maybe it fails to see that detail yet. [Picks up a can, inspecting it.]

[lastnightswish]

[Dare you to get drunk and hit on her. DARE YOU.] The food should be safe, though. The cookies were safe, a few weeks ago.

[herlastwish]

[Nah... Not yet.] ... You hungry?

[lastnightswish]

[Honestly, the hot-dog smell is rather stomach-churning.] ... no. But by all means...

[herlastwish]

[Well there's other foods. Like veggies and dip.] How about some water then? [Goes over to pluck a bottle of water out of the cooler.]

[lastnightswish]

Fine. [Veggies might be a go. Maybe. Inspecting the bottle for a moment before twisting it open.] Nothing's stopping you from eating.

[herlastwish]

Who even said I was hungry? [Leans against the table.]

[lastnightswish]

The lot of you usually are, almost as much as the stupid beansprout.

[herlastwish]

I could never top the sprout.

[lastnightswish]

[Smirk. You are so setting yourself up for this one.]

I never took you to be the type.

[herlastwish]

No, see I have a very exclusive type. [Damn, he moves fast, doesn't he? Like how he's right there next to you, arm around your waist and nose brushing your cheek. Or maybe he's just smooth.] I think you know very well what that is.

[lastnightswish]

[Damn he does. Stiffens and tightens her jaw.]

Not. Now. Fucking Rabbit.

[herlastwish]

[He waves one hand idly, still smiling but it's lazy.] Think better of my, Yuu! Can't I just hold you so simply like this?

[lastnightswish]

No.

my = me*

[herlastwish]

So mean, Yuu-chan.