baking with your political (darling) 'rival'

Milo decided against showering, now that he was more satisfied, and didn't quite mind the scent clinging to him along with the usual sugary one. He made sure his clothes were as neat as ever, however, once he finally got them on. That simply wasn't something he could go without. He splashed his face with water in the bathroom to get himself out of his sexually induced haze, then brushed his teeth. He collected some of his stuff in a messenger bag, shrugging it over his shoulder.

"I'll grab some things from the kitchenette and make you breakfast once we're over there. Multitasking to make up for getting off track for a moment there," Milo told Vince after they were both in the living room space of the dorm, petting his hair.

Nilesy made an appearance from his darkened room, creeping over to the kitchenette first to stuff several bags of chips into his arms. He looked like a little gremlin, heavy bags under his eyes and a shifty, desperate expression on his face. Or, a college student with too many classes and in full finals stress mode.

He gave Milo and Vince one glance and sneered. "I think I'm asexual, he tells me, everyone else is so gross and obnoxious, he snarks. Oh! Maybe I won't have the same college experiences others do around people fucking like rabbits when I'm trying to study, I thought to myself- for years!"

"Naive, naive, naive!" Nilesy threw his hands up with a flourish and a big huff, storming back off to his warlock's cave of a room again.

Milo, bright red, muffled his giggles. "W-whoops. Someone's salty. He's… dramatic, and it's finals. He'll get over it. I think. Uh, let's run before there's any temptation to make this worse." He snagged pancake mix, shoved that into his bag too, and took Vince's hand to drag him off.

Milo wanted to feel bad for Nilesy, his ever loyal best friend, going through tough times and having a roommate that was simply no help at all. Really, he did. But he'd already removed that filter in his head that made him appropriate in social situations, and now the only thing he could do was laugh. He'd apologize… later. Later.

Milo swung their clasped hands when they exited his room and walked down the hall together, face still red. "Thought I was. Past tense. If I'm being honest, I was ace when I was younger. Not everything's set in stone, and it's not like I could've predicted you. Now it's, hm. Demisexual and…" He made a face, then lowered his voice, both flustered and amused. "Vinceromantic." He let his fingers drift over the engagement ring on Vince's hand, the buzz of warm magic from it.

He ducked his head at the other comment, biting his lip. "I'm quick to adapt. Or something like that…" Listen! He's just super gay, god, shut the fuck up.

After they'd walked across campus, entering the building with the culinary classroom he'd managed to hoard and defend for his own purposes (confiscated for official Student Council business was one excuse, though just glaring and being there for hours scared people off enough), Milo got his pancake materials and utensils out of his bag.

"Feel free to start on your cookies while I'm making us breakfast, and ask me if you want to know where anything is," Milo noted as he began to work. "So, finally going to share today's scheme? I'm all ears, and have zero capability for healthy judgment and societal norms in my system." He'd drowned it out with the help of early morning sin. Lovely. "Take advantage of that while you can."

As Vince abandoned his jacket again, Milo took a moment to admire the cat t-shirt he had on underneath it. He had sex in that. Milo had sex with him while he was wearing that. Amazing.

Milo watched Vince from the corner of his eyes while making the pancakes, enjoying seeing him busy with his evil cookie efforts. It was endearing, and there was no morality in baking, he looked fucking precious doing it no matter what his intentions were.

"I caught that, it shows in your enthusiasm and creativity," Milo said thoughtfully. He squinted at Vince. "Well, you're painfully prettier and smarter than him, but then again, you're also rich and white. Yeah, I'd say you could pull it off. However, I have a critique. A lot of your ideas are pretty outlandish without mixing in like… some of the garbage stuff people already want. You have to balance it in a certain way. Trump panders to the idiots as well as presenting bullshit that's his own idea. You might just be too creative, Vince."

Milo copied the chin tap. "Taking dumb shit and blowing it up to even dumber extremes, but with a louder more important voice behind it that people can go mob mentality on- that's a useful tactic. Moronic fucks on their own are just that, in a group is when it means something. What else do you have besides the… eating criminals, right? What are you offering them to rally behind? There's at least a little strategy here. Let's hear yours."

He paused to listen to Vince's plan. Then, he burst out laughing. "So… not real poison? Can't have that, but-- oh, oh my god! That'll be wild, I almost regret I won't be able to see it! You're a gift."

Problematic Milo with no filter sniggered like an asshole at the idea of trapping real life ghosts in a vacuum cleaner, but smiled and politely shushed otherwise. He nodded. "Alright, I get it, you just started off with 'I want to do what he's doing', which implies certain things."

He looked at Vince's phone curiously. There he was, right up there on the polls with Milo and Lucas. "It's on a smaller scale, but I'd say this is more impressive than Trump now, seeing you're fully going for an all extreme all the time campaign and... still getting results from it. Interesting. People aren't very smart, are they?"

Truthfully, that was part of why Milo wanted president spot. A lot of regular students just didn't know better, wanting to vote for Vince proved that. He did. He always said he didn't want to use this as a popularity contest, or act like he was above those he wanted to represent and protect, and that was accurate. It was just that they hadn't caught on with certain things, and he could give pushes in the right direction

Okay. What the fuck ever, he was definitely above some of these punks, it was extremely difficult to try and deny that, no matter how nice he was going out of his way to be these days. Being too goody when not in the public spotlight really grated on his damn nerves. He needed his breaks.

Milo's smile turned more teasing. "Are you going to write a paper about this after it's over? Nerd. I'd read that." Then, his eyes lit up at the cookies- and what Vince said to go along with them. He scrubbed a bit of pink from his face and grinned. "Yeah. Cute." He was referring to both the cookies and their creator.

He finished up the pancakes and dished them up, tucking syrup under his arm as he carried two plates in his hand. He went over to Vince and hopped on a countertop near him. Milo patted the spot beside him, encouraging Vince to sit with him.

"Agree to disagree. Off the record? The majority of people are fucking pathetic idiots and I'm not budging from that," Milo stated, edges of his tone harsh. "Starlight and Manta Carlos? Nice places. For the most part. Doesn't change anything completely, though. Anyway, I'm not sure wanting entertainment in a way that puts yourself and your own future in danger can ever qualify as smart, no matter how self aware one is with it."

He frowned, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking himself off. "Sorry. Too far. I'm just tired." He turned his head and smiled at Vince instead of going on. "Which is why I said I'd read it. Also, your papers are always good, I'd read any of them unless it got seriously deep into technical, scientific jargon. And yes, I have. I'd heard of it before, and my new textbooks cover it." If Milo had any personal fascination with psychology, it was cold and predatory, as well as something to be used.

Milo set Vince's plate in the other's lap, then put his arm around him, kissing the top of his head. "Both. I may be, uh, a little bit out of control, but you'll like them, I promise." He cut up some pancake and fed it to his adorable bratty cat husband.