[ To David, less thought went into about it being intimate. He thinks he would do it for any of his close friends, in the situation Hope County is finding itself in... but he's not entirely unaware of the fact that it would normally be a more romantic notion. Armin's pause and seeming surprise reminds him quickly of that.
His brows raise. ] Like- right now? I should shower first... I've been wandering around in the woods.
( smiling, more sheepish than amused or teasing as his own romantic notion realizes itself, )
Um. No... For dinner... ( Armin's gaze wavers elsewhere; the key to David's house, though, safe in his fist, already accepted, and lowering to his side. )
[ Armin never does seem to take compliments with any sort of enthusiasm- at least, not compliments on his appearance. David has tried in different ways, wondering if there was something about the phrasing but, if there is a particular way to say it, he hasn't found it yet. The comments come easy to him, because he does find Armin attractive, but it's hardly his intent to make his boyfriend uncomfortable. He wonders if he shouldn't offer those sorts of compliments, or if Armin is maybe just shy about it. Maybe he'll ask, at some point. For now, the turn of conversation is clear.
He pauses just a moment, then smiles. ] I did, didn't I? How does french toast and bacon sound? [ He brushes his hand affectionately against the other's arm, before backing up a step and turning towards the kitchen. ]
[ David seems to remember himself, seeing Armin remove his shoes, and he returns to the door to unbuckle his heavy belt and holster before hanging it up, and then leans against the wall to tug off his boots.
Sighing, as though having the weight (and his boots) off was a relief, the deputy finally moves towards the kitchen. He pulls out a bowl (with a pattern that dates it to the 1970's or '80's), and a skillet. As he moves to open the fridge, Rook asks: ] Bacon duty or french toast duty?
( Armin, meanwhile, occupies himself fetching a mug from the cabinets. there, he pours himself a proper cup of coffee. (David, he thinks, doesn't need any if he hopes to sleep before his next shift.) (although Armin wouldn't complain too much about a fresh brew — free refill, after all.)
turning at the waist, ) Uhm... French toast? I don't cook bacon very often.
Oh- hang on, let me make you a fresh pot. That's been sitting there since last night.
[ Rook shuffles about, dumping the coffee grounds from his cheap little coffee out and moving to rinse the filter. ] Oh, good, cause it's been a while since I made french toast.
[ Settling the filter back into place, he fishes for the coffee- then seems to realize he had been in the middle of getting out breakfast ingredients. ] Oh uh- eggs and milk are in the fridge. [ Then, mostly to himself: ] Shit, do I have vanilla? Wait, yes, I got some last week. I'll get it in a second.
( nonetheless... Armin twists the thermos close, setting the container aside, and pushes from the counter to collect ingredients: already in the fridge as David remembers himself. returning, Armin places the carton eggs and milk (and bacon) on the counter. ) Do you have cinnamon?
[ Rook pauses, pouring grounds into the filter, and looks over his shoulder. ] I do, actually. [ And then, as if that somehow needs explanation: ] I made banana bread a couple of weeks after I moved in. Mom always uses a lot in hers. Homesickness, I guess. [ A slight shrug and a lopsided grin, before he returns to his task.
With the coffee beginning to brew, Rook finally returns to fetching the rest of the ingredients, pulling vanilla and cinnamon out of a cupboard. ]
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His brows raise. ] Like- right now? I should shower first... I've been wandering around in the woods.
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Um. No... For dinner... ( Armin's gaze wavers elsewhere; the key to David's house, though, safe in his fist, already accepted, and lowering to his side. )
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[That aside, a grin spreads across his expression, and David leans in for another kiss. ]
That's a terribly cute face you're making.
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but for the compliment, never fond to hear it, his answer is a thoughtful "mm." instead, low for their proximity, ) You promised breakfast.
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He pauses just a moment, then smiles. ] I did, didn't I? How does french toast and bacon sound? [ He brushes his hand affectionately against the other's arm, before backing up a step and turning towards the kitchen. ]
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( pausing just enough to slip out of his shoes, Armin follows David into the kitchen. his coat, he sets across a dining room chair. ) I'll help.
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Sighing, as though having the weight (and his boots) off was a relief, the deputy finally moves towards the kitchen. He pulls out a bowl (with a pattern that dates it to the 1970's or '80's), and a skillet. As he moves to open the fridge, Rook asks: ] Bacon duty or french toast duty?
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turning at the waist, ) Uhm... French toast? I don't cook bacon very often.
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[ Rook shuffles about, dumping the coffee grounds from his cheap little coffee out and moving to rinse the filter. ] Oh, good, cause it's been a while since I made french toast.
[ Settling the filter back into place, he fishes for the coffee- then seems to realize he had been in the middle of getting out breakfast ingredients. ] Oh uh- eggs and milk are in the fridge. [ Then, mostly to himself: ] Shit, do I have vanilla? Wait, yes, I got some last week. I'll get it in a second.
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( nonetheless... Armin twists the thermos close, setting the container aside, and pushes from the counter to collect ingredients: already in the fridge as David remembers himself. returning, Armin places the carton eggs and milk (and bacon) on the counter. ) Do you have cinnamon?
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[ Rook pauses, pouring grounds into the filter, and looks over his shoulder. ] I do, actually. [ And then, as if that somehow needs explanation: ] I made banana bread a couple of weeks after I moved in. Mom always uses a lot in hers. Homesickness, I guess. [ A slight shrug and a lopsided grin, before he returns to his task.
With the coffee beginning to brew, Rook finally returns to fetching the rest of the ingredients, pulling vanilla and cinnamon out of a cupboard. ]