Onyx frowned, eyebrows knitting together as his brain struggled to comprehend just what the fuck Andres was doing. He was running into obstacles at multiple junctions-- dessert comes afer a meal. They had not eaten. He was not hungry. Also, why the fuck was Andres making him dessert?

”Why the fuck are you making dessert?”

He didn’t realize until it was already well out of his mouth that he’d spoken aloud. It had been a trying day, and he always ended up sort of fucky-wucky when it came to dealing with Andres, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain (or maybe he could, somewhere back behind the predatorial survival-focused lizard brain, but didn’t really want to).

He did get a satisfactory blush out of the man after putting his dirty laundry on display. Or, rather, his conquest’s dirty laundry. Andres couldn’t even remember the name of whoever it had belonged to. If he’d been the kind of guy that gave a fuck about that stuff, he might have felt a little pride; but that was an entirely too normal masculine emotion and, as aforementioned, dealing with Andres made him fucky-wucky-- and he wasn’t normal to begin with.

He wasn’t jealous, though. Certainly not. He just liked seeing the guy squirm, was all. As far back as he could remember, Onyx had lived to make Andres uncomfortable, on their best days.

“You just throw them out?” he asked, mouth-brain disconnect growing larger as he was trying to reconcile himself with the flash of imagery of Andres wearing the thing, and putting an equal amount of effort into ignoring it and processing why it popped into his head in the first place.

Juliette was reaching down to take the toy out of Pepino’s mouth when Andres gave the command to retrieve the bralet, and then answered Onyx’s question. The red faded from his face and Onyx was sorry to see it go, which was a thought like a frying pan in his face. What the fuck was wrong with him?

He needed to get out of here. He needed air. He needed to breathe, to drink this interaction into permanent fogginess in his memory banks. The whole fucking day. He needed to disentangle himself from Andres and never, ever, ever see the man again.

So he said, “No, I’m not,” and promptly took a seat on the couch.

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There's a pause, a slight flinch as Onyx cursed and he wondered if he'd made him mad. But then he continued moving, working past it as best he could and shrugging. "I told Juliette and Pepino I would so…" he trailed off not co tinuing to elaborate. He's just riding the wave at this point. He never thought he'd see Onyx again, much less have him in his house. He shouldn't have him here. Chuchi had been about to go off on that. Especially after her fight with Zia and what they'd seen Onyx do. [break][break]

He wondered that night if he had stayed in Galar, would he have ended up as one of those bodies Onyx had strung up. He's done washing fruit, carefully cutting and dicing apples, as well as pulling some blueberries and cherries out as well. "No, that's gross but…I used to sell 'em…when I was less stable and needed quick cash." He said with a shrug as he began his layering. Pepino is back to Juliette, sharing his toys with her and giving her a small tour of the apartment. [break][break]

"Great, I'm low on fruit." He said with a small grin as he began sprinkling in a layer of nuts and oats on top of the cold cream. He chanced a look over at his unexpected house guest before asking, or well offering, "if you still needed groceries…there's a minimart downstairs. Its not much but…it'll do in a pinch. We can go after parfait?"

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There’s a horrible weird feeling in his stomach when Andres visibly flinches. He doesn’t derive the same sort of pleasure from it that he would have even days ago. Oh, god, was he developing a conscience? No, absolutely not, that could not happen.

A little voice in his head was still protesting, telling him to cut and run, but it was drowned out by the larger part of him that was conjuring up tantalizing images of Andres in the lacy bra, and his resolve to fight against it was growing smaller and smaller with each tiny snippet he let himself see. It’s made worse by watching Andres bustle around the kitchen, tiny act of domesticity riling Onyx up more than almost anything in the last twelve years.

His eyebrows go up when Andres admits to selling underwear. His mind splits into fragments: anger that Andres would ever be that down on his luck, humor at how humiliating that must’ve felt, lust (what the fuck, where did that come from) at the concept of Andres hawking his own used underwear-- loop back to the image of the lacy unmentionables, and--

“Huh.” That’s all he can manage and still leave here with his dignity intact.

Jules is following the little dog around, dutifully picking up his toys when he puts them down.

Onyx squints at Andres, forcibly dragging his mind from where it had been going down a long hallway of images involving Andres and whipped cream.

“It’ll have to do,” he says, “why the fuck not?”

He slips forward on the couch, elbows on his knees.

“Bring me that fucking dessert, too, I guess, since you made it.”

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Thankfully, Onyx seemed pretty easy to convince to stay. The parfait wouldn't go to waste. Goes to show how powerful fake it till you make it can be. He's slicing and dicing apples as Pepino attempts to initiate a tug of war challenge with Jules after scurrying under Onyx's feet and back out with a rope toy. As he's adding the last flourish ( a delicate apple bunny on top of a large swirl of whipped cream ) he tried to hide his excited smile. Going on an errand…together….as friendly acquaintances do.
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He ignored the shiver of fear as images of the men he'd seen strung up come to mind. A quick glance at Onyx as he zoned out and…it didn't feel the same. But perhaps Juliette and Pepino were a good tranquilizer. "Sure, bud." He said as he carefully grabbed two glasses and set them carefully on his coffee table, motioning for Onyx to go ahead. He then let out a quick whistle as he retrieved the other glass, and a small dog bowl. Pepino is on him like a shot waiting and vibrating next to the coffee table for chow. Andres snickered and handed over some spoons before giving the ok for his pup to dig in. Andres aat next to Onyx letting out a sigh at a job well done.

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"It's still a lot of sugar but you can at least say you got your 3 servings of fruit today." He said as he grabbed a big dollop of whipped cream. Before he can eat it tho it fell off his spoon, leaving a trail of white down his chin and splatting on his thigh. "Aw shit,"

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Onyx is distracted by the runt playing under his feet (and he’s really going out of his way to not kick the thing) that he doesn’t have the attention span to ridicule the apple bunny. Andres is lucky that Onyx’s brain is being stretched really thin trying not to jump the guy’s skin and also being really fucking confused as to why he wants to do that.

He was going to have a really long think about this, later. A really really long think.

“Three servings of fruit,” he says, voice scornful, “how lucky for me.”

And he does, unfortunately, look up just as Andres drops the whipped cream and it smears a white stain down his lips and his chin, and he gets some on his fingers, and Onyx’s brain short-circuits.

Amongst other things. Other long things.

His mouth goes dry and he can catch the light off Andres’ tongue piercing as it tries to clean the sugary sweet mess off his fingers and Onyx has to leave. Right now, he has to leave, because all he can think about is pushing the table out of the way, thighs on thighs, helping him--

“Take mine t’go, thanks,” he says in a huff, grabbing the glass (and spoon) and whistling to Jules before stomping for the apartment door. Fuck his shopping, he can do it later, he’s so--

He needs to go have a long think.

Jules makes a sadface at Pepino and a confused face at Andres, but she promises the little pup (in PokeSpeak) that she’ll see him again soon, before excusing herself and following her trainer out the door, which Onyx has left open, and Jules, at least, has the grace to shut.

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Onyx is lucky Andres isn't a mind reader. Or that he was thinking clearly at all. After all, the blonde was no stranger to playing around with the feelings of others, especially to fluster them. But he's too worried he looked lame in front of Onyx to bother stopping to look at his childhood bully. Instead he was doing his best to suck off cream and minimize damage to his couch. He doesn't sound impressed.
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That sentiment spread further as Onyx quickly announced he was leaving, walking right past him ans out the apartment. Andres' weak protests die in his throat, frowning as he watched the guy go. "Ok!....Bye then…" he called out as he hears the man stomp away. Fuck. Fuck he was so lame. Had he come on too strong? Is parfait not chill bro enough?
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Pepink whines but followed Juliette out to the door and moved aside as she closed it before running back and barking Andres. His trainer sat with his head in his hands, whipped cream smeared over his jeans and sighing heavily. Evenrually, he took a bite of his parfait before dumping the rest into Pepino's dish.


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