well, that's not good

Poppy · Mar 9, 2017

Dorian smiled as Logan talked, glancing at him from time to time, the way he said things and his little mannerisms. "Oh, I don't know about that. Chloe's around your age, and I met Pandora. She's really nice, even if it's in the sexy demon sort of way. I'm sure the spider babies would love you."

Drama bomb. That was one way to put it. Dorian was glad Nim and Versa were too awkward to approach her now. Mia was so much happier these days, surrounded by a better group of people. Sometimes brighter people hung out with losers, but nature had a way of righting itself. "Yeah... I think they were just spiteful because they know I'm way above them. I don't really hang out with losers."

Back to embarrassing things about him! He guessed. Dorian blushed. "Alright, alright. I don't think I've been at his house before. We just have dinner together here and there..." He leaned a little closer, whispering, "and we end up doing things at his CARI office usually. I think he designed it specifically to be a sexy office." As opposed to it just turning out that way, like how it was with Dorian's. "I don't think it'd be that spooky. Maybe some paintings here and there. Clarence is a huge baby around horror."

Dorian hardly noticed Logan being quiet, but that was because they were making their way into the store. He snickered at the spinach comment. "What? You don't want to be Popeye?" He paused. "Wait, I don't think you know who Popeye is..."

As Logan talked, Dorian organized the stuff on the cart, toiletries here, food there. There was an unreasonable number of canned goods, but if his paranoia turned out to be real, they wouldn't seem unreasonable anymore. Dorian nodded along. "Hey..." He rubbed Logan's back. "I'm here, if you want to talk. You know that, right? I'm always here. And... yeah. We can stop by the hospital if you want, get you checked. That way we'd know what we were dealing with."

He stopped by the meat section, the stench of sterilized dead overwhelming, but expected. Dorian smiled at him. "Do you want chicken or steak for dinner? Maybe baby back ribs? Let's cook something really delicious. Do you want to get a cake before we go back home, too? Ice cream?"

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Mar 9, 2017

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan squinted at Dorian for his reference, one hundred percent clueless, seventeen year old French boy that he was. As it was, he had a hard time imagining how spinach related to being someone called Popeye. He took his phone out to google it, opening the Wikipedia page. A cartoon character, old but popular at the time. He furrowed his brows, and gave Dorian a classic teenage 'listen, this isn't trendy for me' look. "No, I don't want to be like some silly sailor! I told you, I prefer delicacy. I'm a cute girl, not a brute. We can get spinach, but not in a can by itself, that isn't remotely worth it."

He let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, leaning into Dorian's touch. "T-thank you," he mumbled. "Can we, in the car? Saying too much in public is mortifying, but we should." His eyes flickered back and forth, from the ground to Dorian's face, lightly flushed. "You've guessed it already, right? What strain I could be sick with…" And he wasn't going to tiptoe around it, not with the insight he had while currently healthy. He reached out to hold Dorian's hand again, dainty fingers squeezing tight.

The meat scent was everywhere, but shockingly, Logan didn't experience any surge of nasty impulses. When staring at the sea of red, his view on it was simplistic, thinking about making dinner for Dorian and Mia, thinking about his grandma's pies. He had to purposefully let the murder and cannibalism cross his mind, it didn't come automatically. He breathed very carefully, pushing it away again, nauseous. Cute girls didn't need spinach, and they didn't need to let such upsetting memories get in the way of spending time with their boyfriend.

"I want to eat chicken!" he piped up. He loved meat, but tonight, it wasn't going to be red. "Chicken with lemon and rosemary? And potatoes? Aw no, gosh, I'm gonna drool…" Logan dragged his hands down his face, then latched onto Dorian's arm and buried his face against his shoulder. "Nooo! Dorian! Drooling isn't cute, but you'll be the cause, with all this food talk! Eek! Cake and ice cream! I do, I do, gimmie a feast!" He nuzzled aggressively and grinned, something Dorian wouldn't see, but might feel. "Mmm. Dorian." Logan gave a fanciful little sigh and turned his hiding into shameless, middle of the store cuddling. He was who single people complained about, rolling in open displays of affection now that they were off limits. It was amazing! He loved this![/tom]

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well, that's not good

Poppy

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Tom Marvolo Riddle

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