i turned off the music

[revengier]

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[revengier]

[ Jerk!!

Instead of shoving Oria for a second time, he simply doesn't answer that question and continues eating. ]

[dissimulative]

Hehe~ Can't admit that I'm riiiight? And that you need my help sometimes? Hmmmm?

[ He's fully goading him on now... ]

[revengier]

[ Kurapika takes a bite out of his cookie, doing his best to seem unperturbed. Is it working? Who can say. ]

I am perfectly capable on my own, Oreo.

[ ...His pettiness gives him away, however. ]

[dissimulative]

Oi.

[ He can usually let things slide, but calling him an oreo? How dare he... ]

Fine! Next time you need help, I'm just gonna watch from the sidelines and laugh at you.

[ Hmph!!!!!! ]

[revengier]

I think I would prefer that over your gloating after the fact.

[ Probably? Probably. Who knows. He might actually end up regretting this later. ]

[dissimulative]

I hope you eat those words one day.

[ binch!!!

Oria "Oreo" Severine finishes up his last burger, but doesn't leave quite yet. ]

Did you hear about the therapy dog session next week? You should probably go.

[ And freakin relax. }

[revengier]

...

[ He sets the fork he had just picked up right back down on his tray. ]

Did you just suggest therapy to me?

[dissimulative]

I mean, for what good petting and playing with dogs can do, I guess you can consider it therapy? People are always stressed at school, so the school offers it from time to time.

[ Imagine being on the wide and open lush greenery, playing with dogs. ]

[revengier]

[ He pretends to consider it... ]

I don't need it. I'm not stressed.

[dissimulative]

I think you should go play with dogs in your free time just because.

[ Not for the invisible stress that Kurapika doesn't have. ]

It'll be fun!

[revengier]

Then you should go.

[ With him? Maybe. Right now he’s just telling Oria to go to it on his own. ]

[dissimulative]

With you? Okay! No takebacks!

[ Yeah.

Suffer. ]

[revengier]

That is not what I said and you know it.

[ Hmph!!! He’s totally not pouting here, and he tries to hide it by having a bite of pizza. ]

[dissimulative]

I don't see you refusing.

[ He has such a smug look on his face. ]

3 PM next Wednesday! Don't forget!

[ Here he is, bouncing off with his empty tray. Bye, boy. ]

[revengier]

[ Ugh. Insufferable. Now Kurapika’s entire day is ruined (not really).

He finishes his meal and heads back to class, immediately retiring to their shared room when he’s done for the day. By the time Oria gets back to the dorm, Kurapika is sitting at his desk carefully working on assignments. He’s so focused that he doesn’t even pay attention to the door opening, much less acknowledging his roommate. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria is surprisingly considerate when he wants to be, which is when he sees Kurapika focusing on something so intensely that he doesn't use his usual obnoxious and loud greeting upon entry. He closes the door as quietly as he can behind him and does everything else as quiet as possible, like putting his bag down, getting his tablet out with bluetooth headphones...

This guy isn't usually nice. He's not really all that charitable either and runs on selfish impulses and desires. That's why it might be strange when Oria puts a small cake box on the edge of Kurapika's desk to not be a bother. It has a slice of perfectly normal (real) chantily cake with a plastic fork. Oria quickly returns to his own desk to settle down and do his own thing. ]

[revengier]

[ Kurapika is appreciative of the quiet as he tries to solve a problem in his workbook, the sound of his pen scratching against his paper the only real sound in their shared room. That stops, however, the moment Oria sets down a little box on Kurapika's desk, and he eyes it with suspicion.

He quickly gets over himself, though, and drags the box towards him as he opens it up to take a peek. Kurapika's eyes widen when he realizes that inside is a cute little slice of cake.

It looks delicious. ]

...What is this for?

[dissimulative]

[ Good thing Kurapika managed to catch him before he put the headphones on, or Oria wouldn't have heard him. ]

There was a BOGO event!

[revengier]

And you got one for me.

[ He's... kind of touched, actually? Kurapika gingerly takes the plastic fork and grabs a bite of the cake, putting it to his lips. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Fortunately for everyone involved, it's a normal chantily cake. No pranks or anything. It has the right balance of sweet and nonsweet, topped off with some fresh fruits of orange, kiwis, strawberries and blueberries. The bread is light and airy with a hint of vanilla and the cream feels like it would melt on your tongue. ]

Yeah? Why would I waste an opportunity if it's right there? Free cake!

[ He makes it seem so impersonal, but. He did get it for him nonetheless. ]

It's hard not to dislike this particular cake either.

[revengier]

There's no need to act so impersonal about it. You got it for me when you could have given it to one of your friends.

[ And surely someone like Oria has friends here already. He very much seems like the type to make them quickly.

He takes a bite then, letting the airiness of the cake sit on his tongue, the fruity flavor that's soaked into the bread itself adding to the softness of the cream. ]

[dissimulative]

[ Oh.

Oria slowly blinks. He's called out and isn't sure how to feel about it. It's not particularly a bad thing either, but he didn't expect it so soon, so quickly. ]

It's good, right?

[ He hasn't eaten his yet. ]

[revengier]

Of course it is.

[ He swivels his desk chair around so he can face Oria as he takes another bite of cake. A silence passes between them as he takes his sweet time chewing it.

His eyes land on Oria's own cake box, but he says nothing about it. ]

I'll go with you to pet the dogs since you're so desperate for company.

[ That's not what this cake is about, Kurapika is sure, but he might as well extend his own little olive branch too.

Even if he's kind of a dick about it. ]

[dissimulative]

[ binch!!!!!!!

Unfortunately, Oria's pride won't allow that sort of thing. ]

I'm not desperate for company, and I'm only going because you seriously need to relax.

[revengier]

I am relaxed.

[ He's the picture perfect definition of relaxed, thanks!! Look at him, he's even leaning back in his chair a little bit.

That's totally relaxed. ]