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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. )

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[Chishiya has, perhaps, been waiting and listening for Arisu to arrive. The clinic hasn’t gotten any patients today. It doesn’t get patients most days, probably because people tend to disappear if they show signs of illness. Not only is that messed up just on principle, it leaves Chishiya with nothing much to do except fold origami animals out of medical pamphlets and sheets from his prescription pads. Well, that and chat with the five other employees of this clinic but that isn’t very exciting, either.

When he hears Arisu's voice he pops his head out of his office door and waves at him.]

In here.

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( he looks so cute in his little lab coat 😔

with a smile on his face, arisu animatedly holds up the coffee. )

I brought coffee!

( well, duh. he already knew that. ducking his head, arisu heads into chishiya's office, offering up the bag of cookies. )

There are cream packs in there, and sugar. ( a second long pause. ) Also cookies. Obviously. I got a couple kinds.

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[He takes the cup of coffee Arisu offers him, his lips twitch slightly in amusement. And there’s something else in Chishiya’s gaze, too, as Arisu ducks his head and steps inside. Something warmer and softer than amusement alone.

He takes the cookies, too, and gestures for Arisu to take a seat.]

You can take the chair.

[Chishiya could grab a chair himself, but he chooses to sit on his desk instead, because this town makes him want to be the opposite of "normal" in any way possible. Once he's settled there he will inspect to cookies to see what Arisu chose.]

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( he plops down gratefully, snagging his own coffee and tending to the additives. in theory, things should probably feel tense and weird around chishiya — after their drunk kissing encounter, there's a big question mark on whether or not kissing is encouraged or expected in the future. but, weirdly, since things are almost always a little tense with chishiya, the addition of kissing doesn't really effect much. if anything, arisu is even more relaxed than usual, sipping his coffee, comfortable enough in chishiya's space after pretty aggressively cuddling with him most nights. )

Thanks. ( after a second, ) What's your favorite kind of cookie?

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[He adds some sugar to his coffee and then sips it before deciding to add some cream, too.

He glances at Arisu at his question. It’s the sort of thing he might normally dodge just to be annoying, but he decides today to answer without being a troll about it.]

Hmm. I like things like wheat biscuits and butter cookies. Shortbread.

[Cookies with a more subtle sweet flavor than American favorites like chocolate chip and peanut butter. Not that he has a strong objection to chocolate chip. They’re pretty good, actually.]

What about you?