omi-wan the househusband

[mukagen]

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[housewolf]

Oh... Did I forget?

[ He lets the forehead flick go and finishes up the food. ]

[mukagen]

[ ... He has to terrorize Omi somehow, so he places his lips on the crook where his neck meets his shoulder.

And.

Blows. Enjoy your motorboat. ]

[housewolf]

[Maybe he should push him away- but honestly? He just lets it happen, tilting his head slightly so he has more access.]

[mukagen]

Omi-wan... Do you have a weakness?! Any at all? You're not even ticklish?!

[ Deflated, he merely rests his head on his shoulder. ]

[housewolf]

Even if I had them, I wouldn't reveal them this early.

[mukagen]

It's not like I would purposely go after them if I knew.

[ is what he said to be trusted or not, who knows. ]

So what are you making for me? It smells good!

[housewolf]

[No reply to that first part.]

It's a pasta dish. Oh, how sensitive are you to spice? Do you want this medium or do you want this to knock you out?

[mukagen]

Kill me.

[ BRING. IT. ON. ]

[housewolf]

Got it.

[He adds several more spices, and honestly now this pasta looks alarming.

This is also Omi's preferred spice level.

He takes a quick little taste, and then he's dishing out two plates.]

[mukagen]

Woah. It tickled the walls of my throat.

[ HELLO? Gojou kind of likes it, but he hasn't had something so spicy before. He takes a seat instead of latching onto Omi and takes in the aroma.

Is it him or can you start sweating from just smelling it? ]

You must really love spicy food.

[housewolf]

[He is not part of the sweet tooth quartet, he wants his mouth to feel like it's melting.]

I cook for a few people who like food as spicy as possible.

[mukagen]

[ Gojou actually has a sweet tooth. Today is his day of acting out. ]

Maybe I should have a glass of milk ready... [ hmm. ] It'll be fine.

[ his pale skin instantly turns red, but he munches on. ]

[housewolf]

[Omi is going to get him some milk right now.]

You don't eat stuff this spicy very often?

[mukagen]

I'm more of a sweets person, but I do think everything taste better with a little spice.

[ monch monch monch ]

Why are you asking?

[housewolf]

Gingerbread is great.

[He'll give him the milk and then eat his dish.]

You're turning red.

[mukagen]

I do like gingerbread. [ Tasty. ] Maybe I'm embarrassed because you're spoiling me so much.

[ He says that, but he snatches that glass so quickly only... To move it closer to him. ]

Have you met anyone that could breathe fire?

[housewolf]

Maybe I enjoy spoiling people. You should let me do it more.

[ A slow shake of his head. ] Not beyond a magic trick.

[mukagen]

[ In a whisper because wow. Mouth burning? ] I'm going to get fat because of you.

[ Back to normal voice: ]

Anyway, this is my dragon impersonation.

[ SILENT SCREAMING BEFORE HE STARTS DRINKING SOME MILK. There was no fire, but he tried. ]

[housewolf]

[Omi just laughs it all off.]

Thanks for sharing.

[mukagen]

[ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOMACH CHURNING. TONGUE BURNING. But he catches a break somewhere. ]

Thanks for this, though. It feel like it's clearing up my sinuses and my mind.

[housewolf]

[This is what happens when you say "kill me"!

Meanwhile Omi doesn't even seem affected. Horrible.]

You're welcome. Spice is great for that kinda thing, and it's nice being able to share.

[mukagen]

If you wanted to share more, you should make some kind of spicy competition.

[ He's imagining it right now! people participating for their own spicy grave. ]

See who reigns supreme as the spice lord.

[housewolf]

[He laughs again.]

You think so? Think that counts as somebody's indulgence?

[mukagen]

Probably pride...? Thinking you're so good that you can defeat everyone and conquer the spicy challenge.

[ It makes sense to him, personally. ]

Then there's masochism.

[housewolf]

Makes sense. I don't know why you'd eat something just to... [There's a pause. Like he's considering something.] No, I've never seen somebody with that much pride. Close though.