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I can imagine.

[Though he doesn't have to. Sausages are eventually set between her toast and eggs, the stove's turned off and he'll bring her plate over complete with utensils and a napkin, though she often neglects the finer (civil) details of dining.]

Enjoy. [Sincerely, with the softest of grins. He'll tend to the mess of pans he'd used up in the process of producing her European breakfast.]

Though, [Returning to a previous conversation...] you may sleep easier if you kept mongrels from your bed.

Thank you!

_{[There's a delighted sound once the food is set before her and she wastes no time picking up her fork to have a go at her eggs. They're not finger food, at least, but she will definitely get crumbs all over her fingers come toast time.]}

Mongrels? _{[She's only just jabbed a sausage on her fork when she finds herself questioning him, brow raised.]}

But I haven't brought any animals home, I swear.

[He'll wipe her clean with a rag eventual...normal protocol. A rag separate from the one he's drying pants with, obviously.]

Perhaps not. Takasugi's free to let himself in, though I wonder if that was a mistake.

[It's a good thing he's not looking at her because that's kinda endearing?? Yikes.]

_{[Yikes indeed.]}

Shinsuke...oh. He's the mongrel you're talking about.

_{[Wasn't that kind of mean...aren't you friends Solomon??? She takes a bite of sausage, actually swallowing for once before speaking again.]}

Are you upset because we had sex? He climbed into my bed, you know, I didn't ask him to.

[Letting that marinate for five seconds works out perfectly.]

I didn't say that I was upset about anything.

[He'll bite his tongue, stop there on principle of their relationship. He'll take it out on the dishes, setting the pans to dry in their rack a bit heavier than he may normally.]

I'm only telling you to use your brain, since you insist on acting so inelegant with whomever.

[Ya skank.]

_{[Bullshit Solomon. There's a flinch at the sound, her sensitive ears picking up on the heavier clank. He may say he's not upset, but his words suggest otherwise. She takes a bite of her sausage a little more roughly, brow creasing as she finds herself frowning. The fuck...is this a lecture?]}

I don't act inelegant with whomever.

_{[She swivels around on her chair, knife directed Solomon's way as if to prove a point.]}

You're calling me stupid, aren't you?

[He won't argue that, there isn't a single point and he'd be out of line for backtalking. He'll continue with the dishes, stacking them up to dry accordingly.]

I'm not, I don't think that you're stupid.

[It's another moment before he realize there's a threat pointed quite literally into his direction. He turns away from the sink, brows high on his forehead.]

You bring it up so often, as if I give you reason to feel that way. You've been making a lot of your own choices lately, that's all that I meant.

[He'll pull a cloth up from the handle of the stove, properly drying his hands off with it. Like he's not being threatened atm...].

And you're implying they're bad ones.

_{[Irritation has claimed the best of her features, her face twisting more and more as an unhappy look settles upon it.]}

What, am I not to make any choices of my own? Am I not allowed to enjoy the freedom I have here?

[They're not good ones, Diva...]

Haven't you been enjoying it? Don't throw a fit over something so frivolous.

[Ur ruining breakfast.]

_{[She bites her lip at that, lowering the knife only to turn back to her breakfast. Instead of saying anything she picks up a slice of toast and angrily sinks her teeth into it, chewing. She didn't ask to be scolded early in the morning, okay binch.]}

[Color him surprised at that. He was anticipating a knife slogged into his general direction, if not her whole plate.]

Let me know if you'd like a refill.

[Of OJ at least...he just washed everything. Good talk.]

_{[She's too hungry to throw her breakfast away, so she keeps eating it, glaring at her plate the whole while. That doesn't stop her from suddenly knocking her glass of juice off the table and onto the floor to create a mess. It doesn't shatter but it will be sticky if not tended to.]}

I'd like a refill.

[He's moving to refill the ice trays when there's a distinct clunk, a subtle spattering. Again, it's surprising that wasn't a result of her breakfast being thrown his way, but an over the shoulder glance leaves him with an unimpressive view.

His lips are drawn into a firm line.]

What you require is a straw. You won't be wasteful.

[Not that he has any reason in particular to salvage the spilt juice -- he's never truly known poverty, for example. He's just...not in the best of moods.

As dictated by this morning's subject matter.]

Is that what I am? Wasteful?

_{[There's a pause, a moment of silence, before she takes her knife and jams the tip of it into the wooden table. Not hard enough to split the piece of furniture, but the utensil is stuck in there pretty good. Up she gets on her feet, turning to glare in Solomon's direction. He's got a stick up his ass this morning and she knows it.]}

What's your problem?

I do, when you're making messes for no reason at all.

[It's a calm assurance as she fuckin stabs the table. A frown marks the act rather than a lecture or punishment for ruining the top.]

You're the one coming apart, perhaps I should be asking you that question. If you weren't interested in spending the morning together, you could have mentioned it sooner.

_{[Somehow he always manages to throw the blame back on her, and while she may be making a mess and acting out, she was in a pretty pleasant mood before he'd begun picking away at her. Her shoulders drop as she finds herself slumping, anger dissipating as she moves to sit back down.

Quietly she picks up her fork. She is coming apart, but now she's spiralling down a different path altogether.]}

I do want to spend the morning together! I do...but now you're cross with me.

I am not. But you've damaged the polyurethane.

[Among other things, but we'll start with that. He's still not making any effort to deal with that spill, one that's now leaked onto the floor and created a small pool. He won't be tending to it until it stains, if only to prove a point.]

I'd like an apology.

_{[He says he's not but that sounds like bullshit because he's being a passive aggressive piece of shit and honestly she's not sure what she's done to deserve it. Was fucking Takasugi that wrong? (And if it is then Solomon needs to stfu because he's no better than she is in this regard...)

The longer she stares at her plate the more crestfallen she looks. Solomon had made her a really nice breakfast and she had ruined it. She had wasted her juice. What good was she really?

Up her shoulders go as she gives him the apology he wants, unable to help the small sniffle.]}

I'm sorry Solomon...I'm rotten.

[He'll sigh at her apology.

Not because it's lacking earnestness. All in all, it's another failed learning experience. She doesn't even know what she's apologizing for -- the table? Orange juice?

...That's fine too, actually. Anything she decides to apologize for between the Takasugi thing and now is fair game. He'd been pretty specific in nettling her about spreading her legs to that buffoon initially, but he can't heckle her for trying.]

Well, it doesn't really matter. [More in response to his own thoughts, prioritizing the negotiations in his head over coddling her.] Finish your breakfast. I'm sure you've committed to too many things again today.

Does anything matter to you?

_{[Maybe that's not a question she should ask - she probably won't like the answer.]}

I don't have anything to do today.

_{[Not one thing at all, actually. Shocking, isn't it? She's deflated now, using her fork to pick at what's left of her breakfast, placing little morsels into her mouth. She chews a bit, quiet at first, but not for long. Her voice comes out as a mutter, but at least she isn't talking with her mouth full.]}

I wanted to see if you would have wanted to spend the day with me...

Of course.

[Some things do. Stupid things. Things that don't matter to anything but himself. For someone who lectures everyone else about selfishness...

He isn't so innocent. Now that he's finished cleaning what's relevant, he'll move closer to the table but refrains from sitting.]

What would you like to spend the day on?

[He might be too lowkey bitter to suggest anything, from a creative standpoint or otherwise.]

Do I matter?

_{[Ah, there's her insecurity again, rearing its ugly head for all to see. She knows he'll say yes, he'd be damned if he didn't...but that doesn't mean the reassurance would be truthful. Slipping from her chair she steps over to the sink to grab one of the dish clothes, only to return and crouch by the spill she'd made. She's kind of just...pushing the juice around, getting it into the grooves of the tiled floor, but at least her attempt to clean it up should say something.]}

I wanted to go for a walk in the forest nearby.

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You matter, Diva.

[He's impressed with her, even as she's sloshing her juice around and making that murder scene 90% worse. It's fine. A for effort. He'll tend to it when she's busy.]

...Is that all you want?

[While pretending not to be affected by her attempt at wiping her mess. A walk through the forest is a decidedly tame request, though not entirely out of ordinary.]

_{[You matter are two words she'll desperately find herself clinging to as she does a poor job at wiping up the spilt juice.

Is it all she wants? Well, there's a lot she wants, but right now her desires are simple ones. The more she leans forward, the more the tips of her hair threaten to dip themselves into the sticky mess on the floor. What a disaster.]}

I want a hug.

_{[Amshel would always embrace her and she never had to ask, but with Solomon it was different. He wasn't as liberal about giving out physical affection, or at least to her it felt that way...and when Diva felt herself being denied something, it was something she wanted more and more.]}

[At least she'll smell like oranges for a while, apart from the usual. Her request for a hug, it's out of the blue as much as it's anticipated.]

Of course.

[Were he still in a completely foul mood, he'd neglect such an offer until she wasn't so sticky with OJ.

But this is fine. He's been enough of a cock. Slowly but surely, he'll make his way toward her, motion up with arms outstretched...]

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