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Who: Nam Soon and Heung Soo
When: IC 12/24
Where: Their apartment
What: Heung Soo decides to do something for his best friend's birthday. Dumb stuff ensues.
Rating/Warning: Bastards. That's all.

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[ Heung Soo hasn't deceived himself. He knows this place isn't normal, and he knows that every semi-normal moment they can grab is already a precious commodity. Inbetween losing their senses or body or having to deal with killer clowns or piercing cold or other people finding out the most awkward and painful things about them, it's rare to get a moment where they can just live normally. And even when they do, it's not like it's even a single bit like back home in Seoul.

But even so, he can't just use that as an excuse to let Nam Soon's birthday pass by without anything special. He knows that Nam Soon probably isn't used to anything special either way and probably wouldn't mind to begin with, but Heung Soo would mind. It's exactly why he would mind - they spent three years apart where Nam Soon probably had birthdays that were the same as any other day, so now they've reconciled, he better get proper birthdays once more.

Even if he has to be the bastard to ensure that happens.

It's why he's tried to untangle himself from the other's limbs and escape the bed a little earlier than usually this morning. His hair is still a little messy since he didn't bother to get up early enough to take care of that alongside everything else - it makes for a surprisingly domestic scene, everything considered. Heung Soo trying his best in the kitchen (which already takes a lot, although he's at least been getting a little more practice with that here), hair a little ruffled, two curious critters hardly identifiable as robots attempting to climb onto the kitchen counters to get a better view of what's going on.

In fact, he's so busy with it that he probably won't even notice if Nam Soon got up in the time it took for Heung Soo to try and make the traditional seaweed soup -- he's currently way too busy trying to (gently) push away the tiny dinosaur as it's peering into the pot, mumbling something to the CYBuddy under his breath about this being for that bastard and not for it. The duck is starting its climb up Heung Soo's leg to try and get up there as well, there's a small piece of seaweed stuck to his cheek, but..

.. well, it's a scene where an attempt is being made pretty hard, okay. ]

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[ Maybe Heung Soo senses that sort of weird feeling in the air - the usual atmosphere between them tinged with something more (although it's not all that uncommon, considering how much shit has gone down between the two of them in the past already). Or maybe it's just dumb, pure luck.

But one way or another, apparently Heung Soo has decided to make things even a little bit lighter. When Nam Soon says he's going to choke he looks half offended for a moment before swallowing his current bite, picking up more with his chopsticks..

.. except instead of eating that, he's just shoving it straight at the other's mouth, trying to force it into there. ]

Maybe it's since you made it wrong, huh? [ No matter that you can hardly mess up making rice... ] Want to try and see?

[ Nudge nudge. He'll flip you over to feed you if he has to, don't challenge him on this one. ]

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Yah!

[not that nam soon's initial refusal matters, because he's now getting a mouth full of rice regardless of what he actually wants. so naturally, he grimaces as he chews—seriously, this bastard!

granted, it's good for keeping the mood a lot lighter, especially given the fact that it doesn't really take all that much for nam soon to begin spiraling into something of a dark place. but really, he probably could have done without having the rice shoved directly in his mouth like that.]

If anyone is making rice wrong, it's this coddled bastard. [he nudges back. nam soon's been making rice all by himself for years. well, there's that and the fact that it's really hard to mess up rice... in a rice cooker... but it's more fun to tease heung soo about his lack of prowess in the kitchen for much beyond ramen (even if nam soon himself isn't all that much better).]

Go eat some of your own soup. [it's not bad, despite the retort.]

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[ See, he can't even say anything in return to that, since it's just.. well, true. He's grown up in a household of women, so of course he never had much of a reason to cook for himself. Even when he was nothing but a troublesome punk during the years after Nam Soon didn't show up that evening at the hospital, his sister still cooked for him. He's never had to do it for himself until he arrived in this place, unlike Nam Soon.

It's why he probably looks awkward for a split second since he can't think of a good comeback..

.. although that'd just be the surface level reason. The real reason is more just that he's worried the soup tasted terrible now. He knows he's not good, but he did really try his best since it was Nam Soon's birthday soup, after all..

But he can't voice that worry out loud. It's bastard code. So instead he just grumbles in return, since obviously that's more productive communication. ]

Is it that much of a chore to eat it, you bastard?

[unpresidential]

Yeah. Listening to you struggle early in the morning makes it a chore.

[there goes nam soon, not really helping the situation at all. but he's purposeful in his choice of words, because the truth of the matter is that it's far from a chore at all.

seriously, why would this bastard even think that's a chore? he better not take it seriously, especially not after the conversation they had just a little while ago as a result. heung soo's word choice and reaction show enough to nam soon that it's something that worries him; it doesn't need to be voiced directy. he knows what his best friend is always thinking at times like this, after all. it's a two way street, the way these things work. so once again, he nudges lightly, but instead of pulling away, he keeps his shoulder gently pressed against heung soo's arm.

it's a quiet, subtle gesture, but not one that nam soon would do without reason. granted, the fact that he's not very good at conveying his feelings means it's a shot in the dark that his point will get across, despite his harsher words—but that's just the way nam soon is, right? definitely not a paragon of good communication, which is why they're two peas in a pod right now.]

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[ There's a moment where it's definitely hard to tell whether Heung Soo is picking up on it or not. He's being quiet, not even replying, like the words and Nam Soon's physical contact are warring for attention in his head right now as he silently eats on, actually shoving the food into his own mouth this time.

All the way until he finishes, putting the empty bowl down but not moving from the spot he's sitting at. ]

Next time I'll make sure to drop the pot so you can sleep even less.

[ .. yeah, that's playful enough. Maybe not in tone, but the content of the words at least make it obvious enough that he's not too fussy about it anymore. Nam Soon might be hard to understand to some people, but Heung Soo of all people can at least read him enough to get the situation here. ]

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[truly the bastard way, to make those silences suspenseful and worrisome, only for it to end in sarcastic snark that indicates that nothing has been wrong all the while. even if it does initially cast worry on nam soon, it dissipates as soon as he hears those words; he can relax in knowing that his tone got across just fine.

though he probably shouldn't be surprised by that, not when heung soo is the only one who always gets it.]

Aigoo, our Heung Soo-yah will throw a temper tantrum... [he ribs a little, letting out a laugh. now that the air is definitely clear of any misunderstandings, it's fair game to just be an asshole, right? right. we'll go with that.]