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[draculabutbackwards]

But what phones are more or less valuable? And aren't there likely to be mysterious future technology security options, too? There you are, snatching a jewelry box, and suddenly, robot spiders.

[Adrian settles in as close as he can while still leaving room for forks and elbows. For exactly this sort of moment, as he opts to scramble his fingers up Rags' spine.]

[littleonewhosteals]

[He is too busy on his potatoes and yelps when he feels the fingers on his spine.]

Hey! [He turns around and grabs at his wrist, trying to push him away.]

I'm not going into homes! I'm sticking to pockets.

[draculabutbackwards]

Hm, I was going to say we should ask the enclosure later for some future houses for you to escape, but if you don't want to...

[littleonewhosteals]

[He lights up at that.]

Are you going to be the bat on my shoulder again if I do?

[draculabutbackwards]

If you like? Keep in mind I won't know what to expect from future defenses, either. You might get more use out of me if I can't fit in the palm of your hand.

[littleonewhosteals]

I was able to get past a fucking machine that turned into silver beetles and spat out arrows from the walls. No amount of future technology will be that weird.

[He eyes him.]

What use do you want to be?

[draculabutbackwards]

Against an enclosure setup that won't do any serious damage? Whatever strikes you as useful. I can more or less fly, even without being a bat.

[He scoops up another forkful of dinner with a smirk.]

Maybe after a bit of digesting, though. These are staggeringly heavy.

[littleonewhosteals]

Usually I eat after being a thief! Because, well, that's what I'm usually stealing for.

[He reaches over to try and snatch a potato from Adrian's plate.]

I might just take a nap first.

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian catches his hand and just doesn't let go.]

Be a successful enough thief and you have to schedule around dinner, is the lesson here, I think.

[littleonewhosteals]

Oh, so now I'm not a successful thief?

[He tries to pull his hand away and just moves forward, trying another tactic. He kisses him deeply, then uses his other hand to try again for a potato.]

[draculabutbackwards]

[Well, that was exactly his plan for the captured hand, more or less. He's extremely cooperative.]

Now that you are one you'll have to learn to navigate luxuries like potatoes.

[littleonewhosteals]

I think I'm already doing a fairly good job with potatoes!

[As he sits back and pops it into his mouth.]

[draculabutbackwards]

Those feel like they'll always be valuable, if you don't run into enough future people with diamonds in their pockets.

[He leaves an arm around Rags' shoulders. Has to eat with his heft hand now. Worth it.]

[littleonewhosteals]

[Rags leans against him. It makes for a bit of awkward eating, but, like Adrian - worth it.]

I'll bring you back a huge potato. Or maybe that's a bigger gift for Trevor.

[draculabutbackwards]

That does seem to be his principle pleasure in life, yes. Not that I blame him. These things are pretty impressive.

[littleonewhosteals]

They are. Especially when they're cooked correctly. And this? Is fucking perfect.

[He takes a deep breath as he finishes.]

So what do you want instead?

[draculabutbackwards]

[He's glad, given potatoes are new to him. Admittedly. They're pretty forgiving to the cook.

He gives the question some theatrical consideration, tipping his head back and hmming.]

Oh, I get to send you on a quest? You're going to the far-flung future of a distant country. Bring me... Something you haven't seen before. Just make it new and interesting.

[littleonewhosteals]

Oh I think I can do that. [He pushes his plate back and leans against him.]

I'll bring you the best fucking rock I've ever seen.

[draculabutbackwards]

So long as it's a unique and impressive future rock.

[He catches Rags for another kiss like the last one. A bit longer.]

[littleonewhosteals]

[Rags submits happily to that kiss, reaching up to thread his fingers through Adrian's hair. He slides into his lap, mostly to make the angle less awkward, but also so he can get another arm around him.]

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian exhales a little noisily, checks himself for any current impulse to bolt--low right now, he's good--and moves a hand to his hair, combing his fingers through roughly as he pushes a bit deeper.]

[littleonewhosteals]

[Fortunately, Rags did bathe and brush his hair for this occasion, so those fingers slide through with hardly any snags.

Rags doesn't push for anything more than this. He's always mindful of what he told Adrian he'd do - let him lead - and so simply matches his pace, toying with his hair.

He does give it a bit of a playful tug, though. Because he can.]

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian nuzzles into his neck and huffs a little laugh.]

Thievery later, then?

[littleonewhosteals]

[He raises his chin.]

That depends on what you want to do now! What if thievery is better?

[draculabutbackwards]

Excuse me, thievery is better?

[He straightens with mock indignation. And transitions seamlessly to standing with Rags in full-on princess carry.]