Normally, Tuesday nights were pretty boring. Everyone was still kinda lethargic from Monday, and it wasn't far enough into the week yet to start looking forward to Friday. No one wanted to go out on a Tuesday night.
"Dinosaurs," echoed Matthew dryly, setting his cold can of beer down on the table with an audible tap. He wasn't much of a drinker, but the drinks his brother bought tended to be awfully light anyway.
"I wish I could say I was surprised." With a sloppy sweep of the arm and an obligatory muttered 'thank you', Matthew pushed piles of paper and work aside to make room for their dinner. This strange, secret tradition had gone long enough that Matthew never questioned anything anymore. Tonight, however, Matthew manage to ask, "Does it involve a T-rex? Weren't their arms rather tiny?"
"Naw-- well, maybe, but they ain't on the box. Look, it's the flying ones." He tapped the front of the box with his finger. "Bring me one of them beers, would you? And three slices of pizza." he said, popping the DVD out of its case and heading out to the den to put it into the TV.
The apartment was an eclectic mix of wizard conveniences and muggle technology. They didn't have a refrigerator (although they'd managed to find the box for one in an alley, and dolled it up to look like one when muggles were over), but a wall-mounted, flat-screen TV was a must-have. Alfred had insisted on it. He'd even gotten pretty good at working it, too.
Once the DVD was ready, Alfred plopped himself down on the couch, remote in one hand, the other arm slung over the back of the sofa. "You coming?"
"Pretrodactyls," Matthew clarified, matter-of-fact, "And I'm not your maid--"
But of course Alfred left before Matthew finished his sentence. With a roll of his eyes, Matthew sighed and whisked two (hopefully clean) plates from the pantry with a few lazy waves from his wand. He piled three pizza slices on one, two on the other, and commanded dinner to float onto the beat up coffee table in the den. When Matthew finally did join Al moments later, he bumped the back of Al's head with the butt of a beer can in place of a greeting and stood peering at the screen. "Sometimes I don't understand how you manage that thing."
Whenever Matthew sat down to learn the finer points of Muggle appliances, it changed on him. All those buttons and knick knacks and Pokeman -- they changed every single year.
"It's easy," Alfred shrugged. "Once you get used to it." Yeah, sure, maybe the technology changed every year, but it always had the same buttons, more or less. Plus, it wasn't like Alfred had the money to be buying new gadgets every year anyway (not that that stopped him, when something he really wanted came around).
Alfred reached up and grabbed the beer from behind his head, popping it open and taking a sip before sitting up to allow Matthew ample room on the couch. Just because he was watching porn with his brother, didn't mean they had to get that cozy about it.
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"I wish I could say I was surprised." With a sloppy sweep of the arm and an obligatory muttered 'thank you', Matthew pushed piles of paper and work aside to make room for their dinner. This strange, secret tradition had gone long enough that Matthew never questioned anything anymore. Tonight, however, Matthew manage to ask, "Does it involve a T-rex? Weren't their arms rather tiny?"
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The apartment was an eclectic mix of wizard conveniences and muggle technology. They didn't have a refrigerator (although they'd managed to find the box for one in an alley, and dolled it up to look like one when muggles were over), but a wall-mounted, flat-screen TV was a must-have. Alfred had insisted on it. He'd even gotten pretty good at working it, too.
Once the DVD was ready, Alfred plopped himself down on the couch, remote in one hand, the other arm slung over the back of the sofa. "You coming?"
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But of course Alfred left before Matthew finished his sentence. With a roll of his eyes, Matthew sighed and whisked two (hopefully clean) plates from the pantry with a few lazy waves from his wand. He piled three pizza slices on one, two on the other, and commanded dinner to float onto the beat up coffee table in the den. When Matthew finally did join Al moments later, he bumped the back of Al's head with the butt of a beer can in place of a greeting and stood peering at the screen. "Sometimes I don't understand how you manage that thing."
Whenever Matthew sat down to learn the finer points of Muggle appliances, it changed on him. All those buttons and knick knacks and Pokeman -- they changed every single year.
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Alfred reached up and grabbed the beer from behind his head, popping it open and taking a sip before sitting up to allow Matthew ample room on the couch. Just because he was watching porn with his brother, didn't mean they had to get that cozy about it.
"You ready?"
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