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[draculabutbackwards]

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[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.]

[littleonewhosteals]

[He yelps and curses, wrapping an arm around his neck, but otherwise submitting to the carry with a laugh.]

Prick.

What do you have planned that could possibly be better than breaking into fake houses and getting fake future technology?

[draculabutbackwards]

I didn't say instead of, I said later.

[Hmph.

Well. Apparently Rags is going to make him say it. Which. Is probably good for him. Dammit.]

I was thinking of tossing you into a coffin and having my way with you, but...

[littleonewhosteals]

[Rags looks entirely too smug as he says it, though he tries to shove it under innocent ignorance.]

Oooooh, yeah, that's a little better to start with.

[But as a reward for using his words and saying it, he sits up to kiss him.]

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian kisses him back but still sends him a mock scowl as he pulls away.]

You are the most insufferable little bastard.

[littleonewhosteals]

[Rags lives for that scowl and it only makes him laugh more.]

Yeah, I am. So you might as well just toss me in the coffin and shut me up.

[Which was never a sentence he thought he'd ever say.]