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oh ( not the response he was expecting, but. you know ) actually that's super fair.

you owe me a new board game.

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How do you feel about Operation?

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i feel like you have an advantage, which will make it a lot more fun when i win.

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Is that so?

I'll pick it up from the store on the way home.

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okay (´∀`)

( did he just land 2 separate dates in five minutes tops )

lets stay in tonight, then.

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[He sure did.]

All right.

[It's not like he was planning on going out anyway, but still.]

I'm sure the community will thank you for keeping a maniac off the street.

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so you admit there was a certain mania to the street fire. i heard someone's house nearly caught fire.

( word of mouth obviously blew it way out of proportion. the housespouses just love to gossip. )

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It was confined to a metal trash can. The only houses that burned were the little monopoly houses.

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think of the little monopoly families.

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You mean corporations?

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( SIGH )

only you would say that. pessimist!!

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[Amused. Though he can't deny it. Still:]

The game is literally called Monopoly.

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little tiny houses implies little tiny families. even in monopolies.

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Do they, though?

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who else is gonna pay property taxes!!

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[That actually gets a chuckle out of him. Tragically, this is a text and Arisu can't hear it.]

When are you going to be here with my food?

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noonish. if you're really not busy, i can come sooner and hang out.
someone down the block is having a tupperware party, so. i'm pretty happy to have an excuse to miss it.

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I'm not busy.

...Tupperware parties really happen?

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i'll head over now then ᕕ(╯°□°)ᕗ

yes, and they're the worst. i can only pretend to be excited about containers for so long.

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[Well, that sounds like Hell.]

Good. Tell them your husband needed you.

[That way his absence won't seem weird, right.]

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( arisu can't hear chishiya's laugh — chishiya can't see arisu blush. )

oh, they'll love that. we'll be the talk of the tupperware party.

( gossips, all of them. arisu doesn't really mind. it kind of makes him smile, actually.

randomly, )

you like cream in your coffee, right?

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Sometimes. It depends on the coffee. Why?

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i'm picking some up.
donuts or cookies?

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[immediately and without hesitation.]

Cookies.

» action.

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( well that was quick. )

ok ( ˘ ³˘)♥

( everything in this place is pretty close together, or at least well within walkable distance, so arisu manages to make it to the medical clinic within the next fifteen minutes, coffee in hand and cookies in a little baggy, their bento boxes for lunch in a tote over his shoulder. at the front desk, he greets the checkin lady with a proffered cookie, making small talk, before saying, )

I'm here for Dr. Arisu, actually. I'm his husband.

( and with the okay, heading deeper into the clinic to find the doctor in question. )