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[kyley_b]

Well, yeah, but you ARE.

[Looking smug, Kyle sips his now refilled mimosa and smiles.]

Not my fault I'm butch.

[courtinsession]

Yet you like me anyways. What a conundrum you are, Kyle Broflovski.

[Corrigan says this with a toothy grin, pouring some of the aforementioned pomelo/peach caramel over his pancakes. It just looks like regular caramel.]

You are not the butch in this situation.

[kyley_b]

[Primly:] I like challenging people.

[Kyle tucks into the 'artisanal toast.' It's just sourdough.]

Uh, I kinda am, dude.

[courtinsession]

Birds of a feather, sugar.

[Have a look of the MOST indignation.] I'm butch.

[A statement that would be more convincing if he weren't using tiny sparkly silverware to eat his pancakes.]

[kyley_b]

[Kyle cracks up laughing.]

YOU? You're a princess!

[courtinsession]

[Corry looks so indignant.]

I am not.

[kyley_b]

Dude, I've seen your bathroom cabinets. That's a LOT of skin care stuff.

[Mimosas are great, Kyle has decided. He feels warm and happy.]

[courtinsession]

Caring about my skin makes me a princess now?

[He sounds like this is so far beyond the realm of possibility when it's...not. Remotely. And he'll point his fork threatening at Kyle.] You're lucky you're cute, that's all I'm saying. Eat your toast.

[kyley_b]

No, but comparatively.

[He does. SMUGLY.]

I'll have you know in a boy band I would be the tough one. So there.

Can I try some of yours?

[courtinsession]

Who lied and told you that? You're the sensitive doe-eyed one and that's that.

[Corry rolls his eyes, but also makes sure the bite has all the good stuff on it -- whipped cream and the caramel and fruit and whatnot. He holds up the heavily loaded fork and gestures bossily.] Open up.

[kyley_b]

I'll have you know I WAS the tough one.

[Looking FAR too pleased with himself, Kyle opens his mouth.]

[courtinsession]

-- I'm sorry, you were in a boy band?

[This is information he should've known earlier, KYLE. But he won't deny the pancakes, sliding the bite into Kyle's mouth very gently, then wiping away a loose drip of caramel from his lip.] Good?

[kyley_b]

As a kid, yeah. Fingerbang.

[Does he make a borderline obscene noise? Yes. He gives Corrigan a sultry look.]

SO good.

[courtinsession]

I should stop being surprised by your childhood stories, and yet...

["Borderline" nothing, that was a full-on porn sound, and it sort of leaves Corrigan staring for a second, his brain short-circuiting with horny.]

...you almost done?

[kyley_b]

What? You didn't have a boy band when you were little?

Hm? Oh, uhm, not quite. [He goes back to his omelette happily. And tries a different mimosa.]

You're done?

[courtinsession]

Uhhh, no. I can't play any instruments. I wanted to be a ninja, actually.

[Corry slumps back in his seat, pouting again and returning to his pancakes.] You're a goddamn tease is what you are.

[kyley_b]

Dude! We used to play ninja too! We put out my friend Butters' eye!

What? No I'm not! I said I would blow you after brunch!

[NO indoor voice.]

[courtinsession]

...you had a friend named "Butters"?

[Corry chokes on a bite of pancake, reaching out to smush his hand over Kyle's mouth.]

You don't need to announce that!

[kyley_b]

Yeah. Well, his real name is Leopold.

[Kyle looks wide eyed, then... licks Corry's hand. Take that!]

[courtinsession]

Ah. I would've gone with "Butters" too, then. [...your name is Corrigan, how is that better than "Leopold"??

Corry makes a scrunched-up face of disgust, taking his hand away, but only so he can grasp Kyle's chin, firmly.] I'm telling the waitress you're cut off. No more champagne for you.

[kyley_b]

Butters Stotch.

I've only had two! I'm allowed three. [He's pouting.]

And nobody was listening, god. Don't be a prude.

[courtinsession]

Terrible. Why are all the children from your hometown named terrible things?

[Corry rolls his eyes, but nudges the as-yet-untouched pineapple mimosa over.] Brat. Fine. But stop making sex noises while you eat.

[kyley_b]

Most of us had normal names! Readout it was just Butters and Tweek and Tolkien.

[GASP! But oooh, mimosa.] I didn't! I was enjoying my food, that's all.

[courtinsession]

"Just". That's three more than normal, Kyle.

[Corrigan huffs out a little laugh, polishing off the last of his pancakes. His expression is surprisingly soft when he glances over at Kyle.]

Just like you can't tell when you're being a hick, you have very poor perception about when you're being sexy.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle goes pink and looks down, sipping his mimosa before returning to the last of his omelette.]

M'not sexy.