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[fullbodied]

Who: Wild City and pack???
Where: Wild City, yo
When: POST... GAME.... and on. Late 240?

[so everyone is limping home from a game they won.




it's fine!]

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[calmthefoxdown]

Ah... feeling a little crowded?

[ Taking off his jacket, rolling up sleeves. ]

[shutthefoxup]

I think they’re rolling in with guilt offerings.

[calmthefoxdown]

[ Putting his jacket around Silver's shoulders, ruffling his hair. ]

You could put up a sign asking for quiet for the rest of the evening... it has a questionable success rate, admittedly.

[shutthefoxup]

[And now Hss....and Taisho....and Bit....]

It's like a clown car.

[calmthefoxdown]

You guys are real popular tonight...

[shutthefoxup]

...John stabbed Nychta in the throat. Hence all the Lilis.

[calmthefoxdown]

He- what?

[shutthefoxup]

Ha ha ha....

[calmthefoxdown]

[ Putting down the pan he'd been pulling out, time to walk over and pull Silver into a hug. ]

[shutthefoxup]

It is what it is, I guess.

[calmthefoxdown]

Shitty and stressful?

[ Leaning back a little to look at Silver's face. ]

[shutthefoxup]

Yuuuup.

[calmthefoxdown]

You wanna talk about it... ? Now or later.

[ Pressing his hands to Silver's cheeks for a moment before letting him go. ]

[shutthefoxup]

[Leans into his hands briefly]

Later.

[calmthefoxdown]

Alright. Just let me know when.

[ Reaching down to squeeze Silver's hands before turning to start cooking. ]

Any custom orders for me?

[shutthefoxup]

[Shrugs, wrapping his arms around Gold's waist and burying his face against his back]

You know what I like.

[calmthefoxdown]

[ Hums lightly in thought, comfortably leaning back against him a little as he preps. ]

I can make a nice negitoro rice bowl for us.

[shutthefoxup]

I want mine with an egg.

[calmthefoxdown]

Mm, I can do that. Can you deliver food when it's done then?

[shutthefoxup]

Yeah.

[calmthefoxdown]

Thanks. I'll do my best not to keep everyone waiting.

[ Falling quiet as he focuses on cooking, leaning against Silver as he does. ]

[shutthefoxup]

[Watching him cook]

[calmthefoxdown]

[ Absently offering tastes of various components over his shoulder to Silver as he works. ]

Approved?

[shutthefoxup]

[Hums his approval, nodding against Gold's back]

It's good.

[calmthefoxdown]

'm glad.

[ Finishing up the first plate of steak and eggs. ]

You're up, waiter.