council couple

Ah. Ahhhh, what a precious perfect angel his fiance was. Since he seemed to have calmed down and given in, Milo got off of him and relaxed back on the bed, resting on his side. He kissed the top of Vince's head, nose buried in soft hair. He breathed in his love's scent, savoring it. He'd been aching for this.

He took a moment to register Vince's words, lazy, and he sputtered in surprise before giggling. "Impossible. God. I want you with me, of course, of course… So, you'd like me to carry you with me, then? Can't magically cook from bed. Only got the rat magician status, nothin' more. And what 'very specific way' would that be? Gonna guide me through it, or just hope for the best?"

He snorted and squished the other's cheeks. Nerd. "So cute and witty. Have you ever found yourself unable to make sudden remarks, or are they endless?"

Milo rolled his eyes. "Alright. If I was bothered by behavior like this, I wouldn't be marrying you, so you'll have to try harder if you want to ruffle me." He wasn't scared off by a challenge. Hardly. The opposite, really.

His ears grew warm with the little jaw kiss, and he cursed under his breath. He rubbed Vince's back gently as his heartbeat settled into a more noticeable stuttering beat. He hummed. "Nerd. You're the best cat." And he hadn't forgotten about the suspicious cat behavior, not at all, but he could put off asking about it again until later. Vince was sensitive.

Milo shifted a bit, squinting and mentally working out how to go about this. Yeah. Looks like he was carrying him. The strawberry blond first struggled a bit to pull them both upright, then picked his fiance up and stood with him. At least Vince was familiar and easy for him to do this with. He abandoned the bed and room to take him back downstairs to the kitchen. Mostly one handed cooking. He could make an attempt. He looked in Vince's fridge first to check it out, see what he had to work with aside from the groceries he'd bought.

Milo muffled more laughter at having caught Vince off guard. His darling snarky wizard should really stop doubting his fiance, but then, that blush wasn't exactly something he wanted to stop seeing, either. "Aw. And here I was, ready to test my cooking skills at the expense of free movement. Maybe next time."

He got some things from the fridge and set them on the counter. He didn't really like working with meat, but out of everything, chicken was among the least uncomfortable. That, and fish. It was red meat that made him squirm. "So, if you don't tell me that specific way you wanted this in the next minute, I'm just going to make it with some pasta and parmesan."

He gave Vince a brief look when he brought up Student Council matters again. Wasn't he pouting and irritable over that? Even if it was all fine now, his casual reaction to it tended to be disinterest. Milo had no reason to avoid answering, however. It really didn't matter to him if this was related to the 'up to something' vibes. Milo spoke while washing off his hands thoroughly.

"For campaigning, hm… I got permission and a lot sorted out for an animal adoption fair at the academy, since I'm a volunteer at the center. That'll be nice. I hope we can get a lot of donations for them. Secondly, I'll probably do a few different things with the art club, put on something fun for people to spend an afternoon at. Got a bulk supply of this cute chalk that's really great to play around with. Then, I'm still working out ideas and bringing my brainstorming to life, but maybe a baking get-together?" He smiled as he spoke.

"Gotta make sure to meet and talk to everyone else in the race, too. Get to know who I could be stuck with for half a year, ha. See if I can brace myself for dealing with any frustrating people with different ideals early on. Whatever happens, y'know, I can take it if I put my mind to it. Almost looking forward to it." His eyes glinted. As much as Milo liked soft and fuzzy things, and making sure others could have that for themselves, he wasn't exactly against certain types of games or excitement.

"As for what I'd do, that's a whole other ramble… But ah, I'll tell you a little and try to keep it short. Better resources for trans people, dealings with bullying- seeing I can't slice up every small irritation- and just the chance to have more regular communication with the students I'd be representing and helping."

Vince was doing something. There was no doubt about it. The suspiciousness in these shenanigans were off the damn charts. At the very least, his responses and later disinterest in the council matters were now sounding more in character. Milo snorted, and put his hands up, leaving the fridge alone. "I literally brought over cake ingredients. Are you going to share any more details here? Do you want me to read your mind for them?"

"No they aren't. This isn't that different from regular adoption anyone could do down at the shelter, it's simply closer, and just petting the animals is fine if people don't want to take them in. There's a risk in anything, but it's better than simply hoarding them all- unfortunately- and they could find forever homes in some students that don't get to go into the city very often. No offense, but you're painfully wrong and my ideas are fine."

"Vince, this is supposed to be democratic, killing anyone who won't vote for you kinda screws with that. And even if other candidates get out of control over something as simple as a school election, I'm staying clean. Not budging. Not an inch."

He finally just huffed and scrubbed at his face. "What does that mean? Do you just… is the intent here to have me go buy up the whole grocery store and hope something works? Fussy baby. You'll have to give me money if that's the plan, rich pretty boy."

"Then you could just tell me to make the chicken without the pasta, but it seems like there's some deeper food conspiracy and more rules there, so I'm--" Milo coughed and went quiet as his fiance stood on his tiptoes and kissed his cheek, very predictably. He was too distracted with feeling warm inside to feel shame. "Okay, okay, got it..."

"Some animals are very domesticated, and they need proper care and affection," Milo stated. "When people can coexist properly with their pets, it's mutually beneficial. And honestly. I think people are pieces of shit, but I can still see all the huge softies that never stop posting pictures of pets and gushing about them on social media. That ain't fake, 'cause I do the same thing, and can see when the similarity is real."

He knew Vince just said things half of the time, liked poking and playing devil's advocate, or simply being snippy. And the other half of the time, it was hard to take any weird bullshit to heart because… well, it was just Vince. Milo knew. He also had a serious guilty pleasure in arguing. He was being fucking indulgent, and he was pretty sure they were both aware of that.

Milo stared blankly at the money he'd been given. That was a lot of cash. This was weird, even for Vince, which was saying a lot. He grumbled a bit at the Trump comment, expression darkening, visible agitation immediately surging up. "Fair enough. Ah, I'd love to get at that man." He growled. "I'll show him scary fuckin' mexican, last one he'll ever have to see…" He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting out the red and squirming, bad heat that made his chest tighten. He breathed.

"I wouldn't say monarchy is anything better, though. If you get a really fucked up person, they could stay for life and wreck the whole system. At least with democracy, the highest people get kicked out every once in a while, and there's some kind of illusion of chosen mistakes."

Milo curled his arms around Vince, dipping down to kiss him before he was apparently going to be kicked out of the house. He may have been a bit needy. Leaving again without getting anything more stimulating and properly close would kill him.