Soft spoken with a broken jaw

[near_your_enemy]

Suppertime, and N is not in a particularly good mood.  He sits on the counter in the kitchen, decidedly Mihael-less--while the blonde's attention was loved, it wasn't exactly beneficial to thinking.

He munches on more animal crackers, snapping off the head of the seahorse he was currently holding between his fingers.

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[coordinated_n]

*Near enters, and goes straight for the teakettle, as usual.*

[coordinated_n]

Better than you. A nip or two and you're all 'Mihael, Mihael.'

[near_your_enemy]

"Shut up."

He reaches out to give Near a hard shove backwards.

[coordinated_n]

*Near connects with the fridge and yelps.*

Stop it. I just want my tea.

[near_your_enemy]

"After you throw a jar of applesauce at me."

But he desists for the moment, though not stepping back.

[coordinated_n]

You're being horrible.

[near_your_enemy]

"Your point?"

[coordinated_n]

You deserved it. Now, what do you want?

[near_your_enemy]

"To eat my animal crackers without having to see you."

[coordinated_n]

The our options are the body swap room, or letting me get my tea.

[near_your_enemy]

"I'm hardly in your way."

Except that he kind of is. So N takes a step back, crossing his arms across his chest.

[coordinated_n]

*Near smirks, and stalks over to the pantry.*

[near_your_enemy]

"...what?"

[coordinated_n]

Nothing. I just enjoy being right.

[near_your_enemy]

"Then it must not happen that often."

[coordinated_n]

Oh, fundamentally I'm a very happy person. *Producing rooibos tea when he can't locate jasmine.*