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[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.

[courtinsession]

[Corrigan frowns slightly, resting his elbows lightly on the table.]

Who told you that?

[kyley_b]

Uh, everyone ever?

[He shrugs.] It's cool. I've got lots of other good qualities. I'm really smart. Not a genius like my little brother or anything, but still!

[courtinsession]

Hm.

[Corrigan reaches across the table, taking Kyle's hand gently.]

I think you are. Do you believe me?

[kyley_b]

[Kyle stares, wide eyed and pink cheeked. He wants to believe, he really does, but some scars run too deep.

So he lies.]

Sure.

Sorry, I wasn't like... fishing for compliments.

[courtinsession]

[If this were the first time they'd done this, if there weren't a history of snsrky comments and bickering and hookups, Corry might have believed the lie. It's more comforting, believing there isn't that deep a wound on someone he's (against all odds) sortt of beginnung to care about.

But he doesn't argue this time, not three mimosas in. He just squeezes Kyle's hand, then let's go to steal a bite of his omelet.]

I know. I don't think you're capable of fishing for compliments.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle keeps his eyes downcast for a moment, not entirely sure how to react. He's much more used to verbally sparring with Corrigan, to volleying insults back and forth. Sincerity is new and a little scary.

But it's also nice.

He finishes up and pushes his plate aside, finally looking back at Corrigan. He grins.]

This was really good. Thank you.

[courtinsession]

You're welcome.

[Corrigan absently scribbles some large tip on the receipt, then stands, checking his shirt for any syrup spots.]

You can thank me properly in a bit. [The smugness is back, the cockiness, evident in the way Corry’s hand settles on the back of Kyle's neck and squeezes possessively.]