shinepharaoh (shinepharaoh) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-03-31 20:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, yami kingson, yugi mutou |
Who: Yami and Yugi
What: Fuzzy kittens (and a cat, too). Also pizza
When: Mid-February
Where: Yami's bungalow
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Status: Complete
Yugi was beginning to feel overwhelmed by life in general, so the invitation to Yami’s place was more than a welcome change of pace. At some point he knew he’d probably need to get his own place, but even the thought of that was too much just then His mom was helpful, if overbearing at times-now being one of them. She kept asking many questions about the panel Yam wa scheduled for and if he’d be attending and what should she do for Yami and Yugi just wanted to flee by the third time Yami’s name came out of her mouth really. Finally he managed to wiggle his way out the door with all the things necessary for sleep over times at Yamis Which usually resulted in yet more procrastinating, Yami was a cuddly beast at the best of times But that wasn’t exactly a turn off. Yugi felt comfortable with him. He was one of the few people who could get away with that level of intimacy with Yugi.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he got to Yami’s door and his shoulders slumped a little. He knew from past visits he probably could just walk in at this point, but he was still a little timid with that sort of bold reaction Instead he rang the doorbell and waited for Yami to collect him.
~
“Time off” seemed to be a relative term these days. It could loosely be translated into “a few hours of solitude,” and sometimes not even that because Yami’s agent had developed a bad habit of calling him at odd hours in the early morning and late evening. In an effort to discourage this behaviour, Yami had shut off his phone sometime mid-afternoon and simply told Yugi to come when he was ready, with the plan to leave it off for at least the next twelve hours. There was no one else had an interest in talking to and he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a quiet evening alone with his costar-cum-lover. With several major press releases going national in the next few weeks, he intended for this one to count.
“You should know by now to let yourself in. You have a key,” he said on answering the door. He leaned down only long enough for a perfunctory greeting kiss before hurrying back into the kitchen. The split-level house was already filled with interesting aromas, and some television show filtered down from the flatscreen above the fireplace. Most of the house itself was modest for a house in Anaheim, but Yami had spared no expense on two things: the kitchen and the master bedroom. The kitchen and living area were a single large room with high ceilings, granite counters, polished steel appliances and a generous six-element natural gas range. Three of the counters were covered in chopped vegetables, grated cheese, and crumbled bacon he’d cooked earlier. Three round balls of pizza dough sat next to the stove, ready for shaping. He crossed to the fridge and pulled out a brightly-coloured bottle marked with kana.
“I know these aren’t part of your diet,” he said, passing the Japanese soda across the counter, “but we’re cheating tonight. I’m making us pizzas.”
“Oh, right. I spaced.” He smiled a little at that commented as he returned that gentle kiss and let himself in. Something smelled amazing, it was a welcome distraction from the stress he’d been bottling up for a while now. Yugi wasn’t good at people. He tried but after a while he just sort of shut down. An unfortunate trait he seemed to share with the real star of Twilight Kristen Stewart. There was only so much public eye he could manage before he got all shaky and nervous and he was nearly at his limit today.
A pair of dark eyes shifted toward the multi colored bottle. “...I haven’t seen those since I was a kid, where did you find them?” To hell with his diet right then. He wanted childhood sodas. He shook the bottle to hear the marble inside roll around. Yugi dropped his heavy bag on a chair near by.
~
“Costco,” Yami replied with a shrug. One of the great things about America. You could find anything in that store. It was, in Yami’s opinion, well worth the fifty-dollar-a-year membership, considering the amount of money he had saved in the last six months shopping there. And new oddities were always appearing. When he’d noticed the sodas, he had immediately snatched them and had been saving them for the right occasion. The pleased expression on Yugi’s face was enough of a reward that he would have paid just about any amount of money for them. He stepped close, their differences in height becoming apparent as Yami leaned down for a more proper greeting, his lips tickling Yugi’s ear.
“Mmm. You smell good enough to eat,” he remarked, and illustrated his point by nipping a gentle path along Yuugi’s neck. “But, that will have to wait until a bit later, after dinner. I modified my pizza dough recipe - I’ve been experimenting again,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. Yami’s experiments were fast becoming legendary (and not just the ones that took place in the kitchen). One of the things he loved about this kitchen was that the range was on a large island that was the only separation between kitchen and living area. With a full raised counter and bar stools on the other side, it was easy to work and converse at the same time. Above the island, extending over to the counter that ran perpendicular to the wall with all of his kitchen appliances, was a bar-style rack of upside-down hanging glasses that was also one of his favourite features of the kitchen. The other was the generous wine rack against the far wall, next to the pantry. It was already half full. He turned on the oven, and Yami’s dextrous hands went to work on molding the dough into a large, circular shape.
“Never actually been into one of those. They’re always crowded.” Crowds, Yugi did not care for. It really made public appearances hard on him. He did them, but then for a few days he usually went MIA and hid. Played video games or something. He popped open the drink not giving Yami a little nudge as he came closer.
“You’re a flatterer.” He gave him an airy laugh as he tilted his head just slightly. “And a damn tease.” He muttered as Yami moved back to his kitchen to finish making dinner while Yugi sat in down to watch. He rested his chin on his hand as he waited and watched his hands. He really did have nice ones. But then again he wasn’t exactly imagining them kneading dough and was a little biased.
~
“You wouldn’t love me if I were any other way,” Yami replied, sparing Yugi a wink as he tossed the dough in the air and spun it in his hands. Yami’s culinary expertise was by no means perfect, but he was clearly no amateur in the art of cooking. It took him all of ten minutes to have all three of the doughs spread into imperfect circles, one with an exceptionally thin crust (he knew that Yugi’s Japanese genes meant that his stomach was not particularly fond of grains), and had chopped, minced, and diced the remaining vegetables into a selection of pizza toppings.He growled low his throat as he caught Yugi staring at him with a very familiar and ravenous look. Quiet and shy, my skinny ass. “Keep that up, Aibou, and we won’t make it through dinner.”
The one thing that Yami had not absolutely hated about the Tasogare-Ai movie and it’s god-awful sequel (which he had refused to learn the actual title of for months, and was still mostly referred to as “The One With the Crescent Moon on the Poster Even Though A New Moon is Completely Dark”) was the word ‘Aibou,’ which Atemu had christened Bela with as a nickname in the first film. Yami had happily and unapologetically appropriated the nickname from Atemu, and it had become his favourite term of endearment for Yugi.
He let Yugi choose what to put on the thin-crust pizza, chose his own toppings for the second (Yami liked spinach, a lot of peppers, and minimal cheese), and the third they assembled together. With two of the three pizzas in the oven, the timer set, and the kitchen mostly clean, Yami clapped his hands together and looked expectantly at Yugi. “I have another surprise.”
“Hm? What?” Yugi looked up, not realizing actually he’d started staring. His face turned red at being called out on it and he shuffled awkwardly in his chair. “I’m doing no such thing.” He responded and squirmed inwardly. Yami really was the only one Yugi had gotten this comfortable with, but he still had his moments of shy awkwardness even with Yami at times.
Yugi tended to like more meats on the pizza than Yami did. That ought to shock nobody. Pizza and hamburgers were his favorite things. He could survive on those items for a very long time if necessary. He’d be a very fat person, but a happy one. He missed hamburgers. They currently were not on his list of things he was allowed to have during filming. Sometimes he hated filming. Okay a lot of times. He leaned over to steal a pepperoni to nibble on raw in fact.
~
Yami grunted in a way that said he was not fooled and smacked Yugi’s fingers away from the leftover pepperoni. Sandwiches later. He had also been perfecting a burger recipe with a mixture of lean ground beef and veg substitute that might actually be allowable in Yugi’s diet, thus allowing him to enjoy burgers again, but it was still a work in progress - he couldn’t get the meat to taste quite right. A burger was a burger and damned if he was going to accept any substitutes, unless they were perfect. Yami grabbed Yugi’s fingers and pulled him from the stool impatiently.
He led Yugi to the corner of the room by the fireplace, where an old packing crate stood next to an armchair. He let go of Yugi’s hand, peered inside, and then reached in with both hands. The crate made a tiny, sleepy mewling sound, then hissed. The inside was padded with blankets, and when Yami lifted his hands again, they were filled with a squirming, wriggling ball of fluff. His deep voice made soothing, throaty sounds until the squirming stopped, though it required the sacrifice of a finger for the fluffball to chew on. She had orange fur, yellow eyes, and sharp white claws and teeth, but she was no bigger than one of Yami’s hands and it was clear from his expression that Yugi might actually have competition for Yami’s heart. “Her name is Isis. She’s a rescue.”
“Mean.” Yugi scoffed at the denial of the pepperoni and snuck it anyway when Yami turned away. There were plenty for sandwiches later. One wasn’t going to wreck it. Besides that-he was hungry. Stupid diet. He was basically always hungry. They never seemed to satisfy him. All the diet food was tiny and most of it was unsatisfying.
He quickly swallowed the evidence of his pepperoni theft as Yami turned around to suddenly lead him away. “Where are you taking me?” He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t fight it. He let Yami lead him toward the new little addition to his life and for a moment tilted his head curiously. “Oh my god.” Once he finally got sight of those gigantic yellow eyes he wiggled his own fingers at her. “Sooo tiny.” He practically rocked on his heels in excitement. He desperately wanted to hold her. “When did this happen?” Two smallish fingers tried to pet between her ears.
~
Tiny was an understatement. “Isis” barely spanned the length from the tip of Yami’s longest finger to his palm. Perhaps a bit too tiny even for a kitten, though she had a healthy shock of hair, her eyes were bright and there was nothing wrong with her mewling. She was alert and wide awake now, and intent on taking out her frustration at this intrusion on her naptime by gnawing fiercely on Yami’s hand, keeping hold of her prey with sharp little claws. A wide grin split his face. He hadn’t doubted that Yugi and the new love of his life would get along just fine, but it was satisfying, all the same. “Two days ago,” he replied, shifting her weight on his hand to give Yugi a better look. “The humane shelter has had her mother for almost ten weeks now. The kittens were only five weeks old, but mum rejected this one.” Volunteer work at the humane shelter was a secretive pastime of Yami’s, one that only a few people knew about. “She probably would have been fine with the shelter, but... I thought she deserves a better home. So she’s staying here as a trial run. For now.”
He passed her over with gentle hands - Isis at least did not seem malnourished or defective in any way, and she made her uncertainty known when she mewled loudly and then hissed again. There was no real threat to it, as long as Yami didn’t remove his finger.
Yugi wasn’t discouraged by the hissing at all. In fact it made her more adorable. “Mom wouldn’t let me have any pets at home. And when we lived in Japan our house was already too small for us.” He explained as he cooed at the kitten and giggled in a very unmanly fashion while she squirmed at him. Yugi could have died rather happily right then. So much cuteness. His boyfriend was adorable and now he had an adorable little kitten to match. “Should I be jealous of her stealing you away from me?” He couldn’t even keep a straight face when saying that though, little ball of floof in his hands made it impossible.
~
“Sorry, I have a new love of my life now.” It was hard to keep from grinning at the cuteness that was Yugi with a kitten wriggling in his arms. ‘Adorable’ was not an adjective that Yami would readily have applied to himself (in spite of what the crazed manga fans would have you believe), but the two of them together was nearly an overload of kawaii desu. He was going to pay for that comment later in some way or another, but it was well worth it. If Yugi’s mother wasn’t fond of pets, well, that was just a pleasant bonus. Yami had nothing against her, but no woman had ever made him feel more like a deer caught in headlights. He went out of his way to avoid interacting with her on set, which was nearly impossible, as she insisted on acting as Yugi’s agent. He was only thankful that she’d begun showing more interest in the werewolves recently than in him, since they were featured heavily in the film’s second installment.
“Hmmm should I leave then?” He cracked an eye open at Yami, though his tone was far from serious. Who really could be with something so damn precious in their arms. Yugi winced though as claws sank into his arm. “Shoulda worn a sweater.” The kitten had climbed its way up to Yugi’s shoulder where it perched happily on the highest place it could get without being taken down by a pair of small hands. He slid down to sit on the floor with the new wiggly kitten and just laughed as its tiny paws padded against various ticklish spots in his neck.
~
Yami glanced between the two, watching Yugi sink down to the floor. It didn’t inspire the impression that he intended to follow through in his threat. “Doesn’t seem to me as though you have a choice,” he said, crossing his arms and looking amused. Isis blinked at him from her perch on Yugi’s shoulder, as proud as the queen of Sheeba. “Looks like you live on my floor now.”
His threat was empty. So very empty. There was pizza, and kitties, and Yami. He really wasn’t looking to go back home to his weirdly fangirl mother. Sometimes he wondered who the adult was between the two, and others well-he really didn’t want the answer to that. “You know if I didn’t worry about mom I’d…” He trailed off, Yugi didn’t like telling people things he wanted, even when they were important-like moving in with Yami. His mom would be alone though, she’d moved everything over to America for him, so he shook it off as if to brush the thought away (though it wasn’t the first time it’d come around in his mind). He gave Isis a few little scritches with a small finger under her chin and smiled fondly. “ Gonna stand up there forever or what?” He reached to tug Yami down by pulling at one of his pant legs with a hand.
~
Yami was careful not to comment on that. Yugi already knew his feelings on the subject. The option of moving in together had been discussed before, and it was a step that Yami at this point was more than willing to take. Yugi slept over more often these days than he didn’t and Yami found it more and more difficult to sleep alone (though there was another reason for that he still hadn’t told anyone about). Yugi already knew what Yami wanted, but the last thing Yami wanted to do was pressure him. He didn’t want to cause him more unnecessary stress and he knew Yugi well enough to know that his big-hearted little boyfriend would start to feel obligated if Yami made too big of a deal over it. So he didn’t. The option was open - when Yugi was ready - and he left it at that. Yami already knew he had no interest in sharing his home with anyone else (demanding kittens notwithstanding). He gave a deep-voiced chuckle and deftly dodged Yugi’s grab at his leg. “I have to keep an eye on the pizzas. You ready for a stronger drink?” he asked. Yugi wasn’t much of a drinker but Yami did usually have an impressive selection of wines and cocktails on hand. He scratched Isis under the chin with his finger and stepped behind the counter again. He was fairly confident Yugi could handle her.
Yugi frowned a little at the thought that tried to take the rest of his mental state into a downward spiral-the little kitten on his shoulder made sure it didn’t get very far. Within a few seconds he was already laughing as she didn’t seem to understand the concept of personal space and had shoved her tiny nose in his ear, the whiskers tickling his face. “Eeep stoop!” He squirmed and plucked her off said shoulder into his hands and down into his lap instead. She finally seemed a little tired out by her antics and curled into the world’s tiniest ball in his lap to rest for a moment. “Hmm...Whatcha got?” Yugi was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol thanks to his skinny figure, it didn’t take a lot to get him drunk. Two fingers stroked through the kittens fur as she settled against his thigh. “I don’t think I’m ever getting my lap back now.”
~
Privately Yami was a bit relieved that his kitten liked and trusted Yugi enough to sleep in his lap like that. She hadn’t been as trusting with some of the shelter’s employees, and had proven herself rather picky. Not that he’d doubted, or was even surprised - Yugi liked animals and got along with them just fine, but it still put his mind at ease. Any cat intending to make Yami’s home it’s own needed to also be Yugi-friendly.
“The usual,” he replied, opening a cabinet under the counter with a glass door and disappearing below the edge. “There’s still a red cab sav open in here from a few days ago, and some gin. I could make a gin & tonic.”
Yugi got along with most animals effortlessly. He could be a little wary of bigger dogs sometimes but even they tended to end up liking him without much effort. “Trying to get me drunk love?” He teased as he continued to appease the kitten in his lap and let her rest. Being that cute was hard.
~
Yami wondered, briefly, if he should consider checking Yugi’s bag before he left tomorrow, and what the chances were that he might find Isis-shaped contraband inside it if he did. He knew Yugi liked most animals and that they liked him, but he was getting the impression from looking at them that prying them apart might be difficult. Then again, more reason to have Yugi over more often. Put that way, Yami couldn’t see the downside.
“What if I am?” He pulled out the red bottle and waved it. “Got somewhere important to be tomorrow? We don’t start filming for another month, so I know there’s no 5 am set call.”
“Nah, not really.” He shrugged as he toyed with the kittens soft fur. This really was just extra incentive for him to try to move out soon. Not that he hadn’t wanted to recently anyway, but his mom had put up a big stink about it and Yugi worried. “Maybe my mom just needs friends...then I could move in..” He trailed off as the little critter slept away on him
“And they wonder why we always look tired, waking us up at god awful AM.” He muttered as he watched him with the bottle and nodded. He liked wine, prefered it over hard liquor actually.
~
Yugi, as had already been discovered, was not a morning person. Yami was less than thrilled himself about early set calls, but waking Yugi at an ungodly hour was flirting with death. “At least you don’t have to be on set two hours early,” Yami muttered mutinously. “Your makeup doesn’t take three hours to apply and remove every day. Sometimes I’m convinced I’ll never get all the sparkle out of my hair.”
He threw together a gin and tonic for himself before pulling a wine glass down from the rack and filling it halfway with the cab. It was Napa Valley, locally sourced, and reasonably priced, so he kept it on hand often. He brought both over to where Yugi sat on the floor, kitten sleeping away on his knee, then went back to open the oven and check the pizzas. A few more minutes at least.
Of course the little kitten didn’t sleep that long, the second Yugi shifted it woke. Cute little eyes staring right up at Yami curiously at the liquor in his hand. Yugi accepted the drink and was cautious about letting the kitty get any. “No liquor for you. You’re way under age.” He mused at her as she sniffed at it and he took a cautious sip to see just how heavy handed Yami had gotten. He winced at the burn down his throat. “I put on a lot before we leave anyway. Their makeup makes me itchy.” He made a face and smirked. “I know, I found some glitter on my hoodie last week and it still isn’t out today.”
Yugi let the kitten get up and got a little more comfortable, he really didn’t feel like moving though The floor was good. Kitten seemed to think so also, so with any luck he wouldn’t have to soon. “I think the glitter has spawned. One of my jeans was glittery yesterday and I wasn’t even the one in that scene.”
~
Yami winced. Glitter should really be a registered weapon. It was impossible to completely get rid of, and as a consequence he found it everywhere. In his hair. On his clothes. In the shower. On his sofa. In his bed. Even occasionally in his food. He probably ingested more than he’d like to admit while scarfing down meals on set in between takes, if and when Bakura allowed it. He kept an eye on the exploring kitty as Yugi stood up and set her down, watching her move shakily across the floor, mewling plaintively. She wasn’t very quick yet, but even at her age kittens were well known for their inquisitive nature and for getting into everything.
“Don’t blame me for that. We hardly even had any scenes together this time around.” A fact which Yami had made clear his disapproval of, only slightly mollified by the knowledge that it was still Atemu who won Bela in the end, and not stupid buff Marik in his perfect and perpetually tanned werewolf body. Not that he was jealous, or anything. Nope. No way.
Yugi was cautious not to step on her or startle her, but someone Yugi’s size didn’t need to be too cautious, he was a light touch as it was. The alcohol really ought to have said that as it were. He was already getting a little color to his cheeks. It didn’t take too long to get him wasted. He typically didn’t drink around anyone but Yami though, he was comfortable enough around him to do so.
“I know, but I slept with you after. It must have spawned off then.” He shrugged. “You know, if ever we wanted to piss Bakura off we could probably just send him a box of his own glitter…” On occasion Yugi enjoyed a prank or two. It broke up the monotony of set work.
~
“I probably wouldn’t stop you. He’d know who it was from, though.” Not that Yami had any qualms about verbally and professionally abusing his agent from time to time. They were friends, so he was allowed from time to time. The man deserved it, given the load of tripe he’d managed to get Yami tangled in by taunting him with visions of financial independence. Money was the only reason he’d agreed to this movie in the first place. Bakura was crafty, though - he’d already managed to sneak a contract under Yami’s nose with a request to ‘sign this,’ which Yami had done without thinking before he’d had the chance to question the wisdom of such a rash action. He’d only learned later that that piece of paper had locked him into Tasogare-Ai’s sequels. He would be Atemu until the series was dead - or until he was.
“Anyway, if he gets too pushy, I can always just leave a ham sandwich in his office again. Somewhere he won’t find it for a really, really long time.” Or maybe something smellier this time. Like tuna. Or salmon. Yeah, definitely some kind of fish.
Yugi shrugged. “Not like it’s less annoying if he knows who it’s from. It’ll still get everywhere for weeks.” That was the point, let that man see just how annoying it was. “Ow! What the?” Yugi suddenly winced as a kitten tried to climb it’s way up his ankle and had sunk it’s little bitty claws into his flesh. “Tsk..” He knelt down to pick the little kitten off the backside of his leg and up onto his shoulder where it seemed to be headed anyway.
“Tuna gets my vote” Yugi finished off his drink and set it on the counter, leaning against it himself as he let the warm fuzzy feeling spread through his slender body. “What else you got?” Two was probably his limit, but like Yami said-he wasn’t going anywhere anyway the next day.
~
Yami could not help but snicker. Iris seemed to have no personal boundaries with his Yugi. Eventually he would have to teach her the unsanitary nature of being around his food spaces, but for now she was fine on Yugi’s shoulder and not harming anything. She was probably curious about the pizza smell, which was quickly filling the apartment with deliciousness. He raised one eyebrow and stepped away from the oven to open the liquor cabinet again.
“There are a couple of new Chilean reds we could try if you wanted to, though I can’t say how good they’d be with pizza,” he commented. “All the usual stuff - vodka, gin, amber rum, Canadian whiskey, bourbon, amaretto. Some beer and coolers in the other fridge, I think. From when Jou and Shizuka were over the other night. What are you in the mood for?”
Nope, personal space was not a thing to kittens. Yugi really didn’t mind though. There were many worse things to have ones space invaded by than adorable kittens. She could go a little easier on the nails though...Her prickly needle like nails were clawing through his shirt collar as she walked along his shoulder and caused him to wince each time. “I’m probably going to have an odd design on my shoulder you know." He scolded the kitten with a little sound of disapproval, but she didn’t even seem bothered.
“Beer and pizza is supposed to be an American staple right?” He mused as he stared at the ovens impatiently. He’d never actually tried any beers, he was typically one to go for the fruity drinks with Shizuka who was more than happy to pick them out for him while Jou spent his time mocking for the choice. Yugi didn’t care though. He liked what he liked and why should he drink piss because it was manly?
~
“So I’m told. I always preferred pizza with margarita.” In England pizza & beer also wasn’t an uncommon thing, but he suspected it’s popularity in America played a part in that. He frowned, tapping his lower lip. “I think I have some tequila, actually? Ah, here we go.” It was the good silver kind too, not that brown shit his mother had once brought home from vacation. It had nearly turned him off tequila for good. “There’s some triple sec and lime in the fridge, if you grab it for me I can mix us margaritas.”
Tequila was one of his weaknesses. He really enjoyed it’s potency and flavor, but it was a quick way to get him entirely faced if that was the goal of the evening. He really didn’t see why it shouldn’t be. “Next time we can try the aged sake mom brought with us and hid away, I know she’s not going to drink it.” Yugi was already a little buzzed, it was a nice feeling. All floaty and content, he slipped up behind Yami and wrapped his arms around him as he fixed drinks. Yugi nuzzled his cheek against a particular warm bit of his back. “You’re comfy.” He was a bit more openly cuddly with alcohol in his system. It broke down the barriers of Japanese reservations rather well.
~
Yami snickered. A clingy Yugi was one of the reasons he enjoyed getting his lightweight boyfriend completely sloshed, and he was unapologetic about it. Yugi was always terribly reserved, especially in public, mostly due to his Japanese upbringing. One of the things he had picked up about Japanese culture through bringing the manga series to life on screen was that feelings were often assumed but never discussed, and open displays of affection were generally frowned upon. Open displays between two men were practically nonexistent, which was probably one of the reasons the series was so popular - it may be a bad yaoi manga, but there was a shortage of good content in spite of there being a clear market for it. Anyway, anything that gave him a more openly affectionate Yugi was very much a Good Thing.
He let Yugi cling for another minute before he delicately extricated himself and set the tequila down on the counter. “Let me get the pizzas out of the oven before they burn, grabby hands,” he said. He scanned the floor to locate any inquisitive kittens before he opened the oven door (she was very much interested in the shoot from a spider plant in the living room, dangling just beyond her reach), pulled them out, and set them on top of the stove to cool while they prepared the drinks. He shoved three limes across the counter, along with a carving knife. “Here, cut and squeeze me some lime. You can squeeze the rest later,” he said with a wink.
Yugi whined a little as Yami moved out of his reach and a pouty look crossed over his face as he was handed limes instead of more Yami. “But warm..” He sulked as he did exactly that and squeezed the limes over the drinks once they’d been properly cut up. “ Unfair.” He became far too snuggly for his own good really when alcohol was involved, but fortunately he was aware of this and typically Yami was the only one he bothered drinking around. He gave Yami a glare like a displeased cat in waiting and sank onto one of the stools at the counter to attempt to wait a little more patiently. Or sit on his hands if patience failed.
~
Yami narrowed his eyes in a stare right back (impatient brat) and growled low in his chest. “If you don’t stop staring at me like that, we aren’t going to make it through dinner,” he said in a low voice. Yugi was even more impatient than the kitten, who did not yet seem to have noticed that it was dinnertime and she was still without her dinner, which included a few teaspoons of canned kitten food with a few chunks of meat. She was just going to have to wait a bit longer, because the slice of chicken in the pan was still frying. He wasted no time in mixing and pouring the margaritas however, sliding one across the table towards Yugi in a stemmed glass with a salted rim and a wedge of lime attached. He used a double-sided cheese knife to slice the pizzas into neat sections and finally slid a heaping plate across the counter, complete with Yugi’s particular favourite trimmings. “There you go, Greedy McGee.”
Leaning against the counter a smirk crept into the corners of his lips. “You act like you have an actual problem with this.” He mused as he waited impatiently and indeed sat on his hands instead of going over to grab at Yami again. He had to admit, the pizza looked amazing. “I missed real food.” Cheat night was the best night. Yugi had problems sticking to the strict diet sometimes, especially if they went on a store run He’d always end up with fruit snacks or frozen pizza and things he wasn’t supposed to have anymore. He was almost always hungry as a result, it was annoying. He couldn’t wait till the contract was up.”The first thing I’m gonna do when the contract is done? Get three burgers and a huge thing of fries.” He reached for a pizza corner and inhaled it. “This is amazing.” It was well worth the wait.
~
Diets, in Yami’s opinion, were cons. Europe had nowhere near the level of obesity epidemics that North America had. Americans scrutinized their food far too closely, instead of just enjoying it. In England he had only known one person in his life with a gluten allergy, and here they treated it like a sin. He was convinced it was the poor American relationship with food that caused their problems. When he owned his own chain of restaurants, ‘gluten-free’ wouldn’t be anywhere near the menu.
He smiled warmly. “We won’t tell your mum, yeah? She’d hang me.” Well. Probably. She did like having him around, but, on the other hand, Mrs. Mutou might rethink his expendability now that she had the werewolves to chase after. Still, he did not envy Yugi his new strict diet plan. “When this series is over with the first thing I’m doing is burning my manuscripts. All five of them. He’d gotten the bad news from Bakura today. Part Four, in which Atemu and Bela finally got married and finally lived Happily Ever After, was apparently splitting into two movies. Just thinking about it made him visibly cringe, and he dug into his own pizza to cover it. Did the world really need another year of this?