[ It was weird that things had progressed the way they had but ultimately it had been good for them all. Mista was pleased that Abbacchio had found someone to share his life with and that the family had grown in ways he'd never expected. That action of tearing off that cursed leaf tip wasn't lost on Mista, it might have seemed like something small to anyone else but for him it was heartwarming. He'd been listening to their stories with rapt attention, watching them fondly as they left the adults to their own devices. ]
Pretty sure I don't have anything else lined up tonight, of course I'm going to stay; not like I could resist after sitting here and smelling it the whole time...
[ Holding that leaf by the stem he couldn't help but turn it over in his fingers thoughtfully, pleasant smile on his face as he leaned forward to rest against the edge of the table. ]
[He was waiting for this moment. Mista states his intentions and Caesar shows his own by thrusting a spoon across the counter to press against the other man's hand.]
Then you'll be around to help the whole time-come stir this sauce.
[Sorry, Mista. Being an adult means automatic kitchen duty, even if Caesar likes him enough nowadays to play along with his weird four bullshit. ]
[ Just because it was 10 years later didn't mean that Mista was thrilled to be told what to do, not by someone like Caesar. Then again, it wasn't the most awful thing that could have happened, so he'd take it for now. He pushed himself up to his feet with a heavy sigh, taking the spoon as it was pressed into his hand. ]
Nah, not tonight, figured I'd give everyone a break for now...
[ His stirring was a little half-hearted at first, Mista practically propping himself up against the stove. ]
...kind of wish I had one now, though, I already did a full day of work and now you're gonna make me stir?
[ Even if it sounded whiny, the look on his face at least showed that he was more teasing than not. He could milk it for all it was worth, there wasn't anything wrong with that. ]
You'll be doing the dishes afterwards too. You had your chance to leave.
[It can't be a surprise Caesar's making him do work and he notes with some amusement that despite his whine, he's stirring the sauce well enough.
He knows the guy won't go anywhere and he calls out to the kids to turn down the television they had amped up during a particularly cool Paladin Rangers battle. They wait a second, acting like they didn't hear him, and then the volume mysteriously lowers.]
Give everyone a break. [A repeats with a scoff as he checks something in the oven.] If you can't find one, just admit it. I said I would be your wingman, you know. It would be simple enough to find you a partner.
[ It wasn't hard to stir sauce, even if part of Mista considering that hanging out with the kids in the other room might have been a little more fun. He stopped stirring long enough the wave the spoon at Caesar, careful not to fling the sauce anywhere despite pointing it at the other man. ]
First of all, I don't have a problem getting a date, it's just I figured I'd give myself a little break for the night. Second of all, me taking a break wasn't really supposed to include doing other people's dishes...
[ It was mostly a joke, Mista offering a cheeky smile before slipping immediately back into the rhythm of stirring the sauce. Like it never happened. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rip my heart
Pretty sure I don't have anything else lined up tonight, of course I'm going to stay; not like I could resist after sitting here and smelling it the whole time...
[ Holding that leaf by the stem he couldn't help but turn it over in his fingers thoughtfully, pleasant smile on his face as he leaned forward to rest against the edge of the table. ]
no subject
[He was waiting for this moment. Mista states his intentions and Caesar shows his own by thrusting a spoon across the counter to press against the other man's hand.]
Then you'll be around to help the whole time-come stir this sauce.
[Sorry, Mista. Being an adult means automatic kitchen duty, even if Caesar likes him enough nowadays to play along with his weird four bullshit. ]
No date this evening?
no subject
Nah, not tonight, figured I'd give everyone a break for now...
[ His stirring was a little half-hearted at first, Mista practically propping himself up against the stove. ]
...kind of wish I had one now, though, I already did a full day of work and now you're gonna make me stir?
[ Even if it sounded whiny, the look on his face at least showed that he was more teasing than not. He could milk it for all it was worth, there wasn't anything wrong with that. ]
no subject
[It can't be a surprise Caesar's making him do work and he notes with some amusement that despite his whine, he's stirring the sauce well enough.
He knows the guy won't go anywhere and he calls out to the kids to turn down the television they had amped up during a particularly cool Paladin Rangers battle. They wait a second, acting like they didn't hear him, and then the volume mysteriously lowers.]
Give everyone a break. [A repeats with a scoff as he checks something in the oven.] If you can't find one, just admit it. I said I would be your wingman, you know. It would be simple enough to find you a partner.
no subject
First of all, I don't have a problem getting a date, it's just I figured I'd give myself a little break for the night. Second of all, me taking a break wasn't really supposed to include doing other people's dishes...
[ It was mostly a joke, Mista offering a cheeky smile before slipping immediately back into the rhythm of stirring the sauce. Like it never happened. ]