For Rose~
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Thread Topic: For Rose~
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A little Iann x Fang, because I know you liked them. Sorry if Fang is OOC, he's not mine, soooo. Mostly dialogue. Au, obvi. And short..
But anyways, here you go, Rosey. Happy eighteenth.
"It's like she can't do anything by herself. It's just like her to go and get sick. I feel like I'm her mom sometimes, not the other way around." Iann wasn't all that surprised by the lack of response. The man sitting on his counter didn't normally talk a lot, and that was okay. When Iann talked about his mom, he usually had a lot to say, anyways.
The soup he was making, bubbling low on the stove hardly held his attention. He turned around, a bit too fast, flicking a bit of the broth onto Fang's shirt. He didn't react, not really, other than to glance down and raise an eyebrow at Iann. He dipped a finger into the splatter, and raised it to his lips, licking it off. Silently, he reached into the open cabinet overhead, and tossed Iann the salt.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Salt.. I always forget about that, somehow. Doesn't matter what I'm cooking. You know what else I forget? Where I put my records. I had a patient in the hospital yesterday. She said that she'd been there two times before, but I didn't remember her, and I couldn't find her records."
"Perhaps she lied about being there before. It happens."
"But why would she lie?" Iann had put his focus back onto the soup, and he didn't have to turn around to know that Fang had shrugged. "Anyways. Are you hungry?"
"No. But you are. Your attention is all over the place. The bloods in the fridge, right?"
"Mhm. Top shelf. Warm it up in the microwave, hm? I can't stand it cold. Tastes like-"
"Like s---. Yeah, yeah." Fang slid off the counter, and Iann couldn't help but turn to watch him move. The way his hip bones pressed against that slightly too tight shirt as he moved to open the fridge door. His hair was black, silky, and it reminded him way too much of his father. Iann loved Pitch, but.. Comparing him to Fang just felt wrong. He gave the shorter man a smile, catching the freshly heated bag that was tossed to him. AB positive. "I hate how hard it is to find this type. You know, it's not at rare as AB neg, but.. I like this better, anyways."
"The O neg is Harriett's, right?" Fang clearly wasn't paying much attention to him. Oh well. He tore the bag open with one fang, taking a sip before responding.
"Yeah. She wont mind if you- ..And you've already taken a bag. Cool. I-" The sound of fizzing made him turn, just in time to watch the soup boil over. He turned a bit too quickly, dropping the blood bag into it. "Oh, aw man.. I ruined the soup."
Fang snickered, and leaned over Iann to flick the stove off. "I'd say you just spiced it up. Angel drinks blood, doesn't she? It wont hurt her."
"She prefers not to, though.. Huuuuu. And I don't have any more broth, and.."
"And, what?"
"And it's your fault, anyways," Iann spat back, moving the pot over to the sink.
"How so? I'm not the one who wasn't paying attention."
"Yeah, because I was paying attention to you!"
"..Well."
Iann made some sort of fizzing noise, closely resembling the sound the soup had made. He grabbed a rag, and set to cleaning up his mess while Fang finished his blood. The raven-headed boy took out his cell phone, tossing it at the older with a huff. "There's a fast food place on speed dial. They have just about any type of soup.. On me."
"Fast food. On speed dial." Iann called, none the less, following Fang into the living room after he called. He handed the phone back, and laid face down on the couch, grunting when Fang sat on top of him, wiggling to 'get comfy.'
"You're fat."
"You're an a--hole. Hey-!" Iann had rolled, causing Fang to fall to the ground. He landed on top of him, straddling his waist. "You know. This is a compromising situation. I could.." He trailed his finger along Fang's neck, poking his vein with his fingernail, "Drain you. Right now. And you wouldn't be able to do annnnnything about it." The doorbell rang. Iann ignored it.
"I could scream bloody murder. Wake your mom up. I bet she wouldn't be too happy to find you like this."
"I could kill you before a scream could get past those pretty lips of yours," He teased, leaning down, as if going for his neck. Fang tilted his head, and sat up a bit, catching his lips in a quick kiss. The bell rang again.
"Or," He hummed, breaking it, enjoying the pout of Iann's face, "You could get the hell off of me. And go answer the door."
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