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[courtinsession]

[He is, like a ginger string bean. Corry sits as well, absently flicking through the menu with the air of someone who's read it so many times it's second nature. And indeed, when the waitress arrives, it's with a "Your usual, Mr. Molloy?"]

Please, yes. Bottomless mimosa flight too, please. [The waitress nods, scurrying off.] They have a variety with different juices -- orange, grapefruit, pineapple. Thought you'd like the variety. I can have them hold the gold leaf, though.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle looks up, eyes a little wide, and smiles. The expression does wonders for his face.]

Really? I didn't know they came in anything but orange.

[He sets his menu aside - he's already decided on an omelette with "artisanal toast."]

You come here a lot.

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[Oh, that's cute. Corry ducks his head and sips at his water to hide his own smile. He has an asshole reputation to uphold, Kyle, stop being cute.] I'm a convert to the pomelo kind, actually. Very sweet.

I do. I'm a brunch fan. [A pause, a careful glance.] I usually come alone.

[kyley_b]

Yeah? I don't think I've ever even had a pomelo...

[Kyle hoists an eyebrow. He doesn't believe that, but he's not precisely bothered by the idea.]

Uh huh. All the other guys get Denny's, huh? So I should be extra grateful?

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Mmm, it's like an extra-large grapefruit. They make a good peach-pomelo caramel here. [What even is that, Corrigan.

He arches an eyebrow right back, as the waitress delivers the tray of delicate crystal glasses with various flavors of mimosa.] If they get brunch at all.

[kyley_b]

Oh. Uhm. Is that dessert...?

[Kyle thanks the waitress and places his food order when prompted. Then he studies the glasses and picks what he thinks is grapefruit, sipping it cautiously.]

This is good!

And I know what you're trying o do.

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They use it on the pancakes, so I guess it depends if you consider that a dessert.

[Corrigan doesn't order -- they know his regular, after all -- but picks up the pineapple mimosa and sips it. This last comment gets both eyebrows arched.]

What am I trying to do, then?

[kyley_b]

Ohh. Should I have gotten that?

[Kyle snorts.]

You're trying to make me feel special so I'll do things.

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It's my regular, so I could be convinced to share. Maybe.

[Corrigan hums softly, still eying Kyle over the rim of the glass.]

Is that how it works? I ply you with fancy food and you agree to try reverse cowgirl or something?

[kyley_b]

Just a taste.

[The mimosa is delicious and it's not going to last long. Thank goodness there's more!]

I think that's how YOU think this works, yes.

Why do you make me sound like a pastor's daughter or something?

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Maybe if you're good.

[So many more. There's also a basket of biscuits and little porcelain cups of butter and jam because this place is Like That. Corry is going to tuck into the biscuits as they speak.] I see. How does it really work, then?

I was thinking farmer's daughter, but it's a similar vibe.

[kyley_b]

[A smug look, because of course he'll be good!

How it works is that I'll already do what we agreed because you're buying me brunch. You don't gotta butter me up.

[Kyle snorts.]

Just because I'm from a hick town doesn't make me all innocent.

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Hm. [Corrigan is quiet for a moment, spreading jam onto his biscuit. When he speaks again, it's soft.]

Is it so impossible to believe that I actually enjoy your company and want to be nice to you sometimes?

[Then he bites into the biscuit, smirking.] You still have your hick moments. I don't think you're very aware of them.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle blinks, then reaches for a biscuit.]

I. No.

[He rolls his eyes and takes the jam.]

Is this because ONE TIME I said I'd buy a truck?

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Well, then maybe that's my motivation. Maybe I sort of like you. [The jam is some kind of insufferable seasonal infused nonsense but it just tastes like jam. Good jam, but still.]

It was more than once and yes, it's burned into my memory forever. I have nightmares about it.

[kyley_b]

Well. I like you too, obviously. [He pinks just a little.]

Oh come on, a truck is useful! You can haul stuff in it, and it's good for camping!

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I have a voice-mail where you call me a "nasty pervy horny bitch" so there's nothing obvious about it. [But there's genuine amusement in Corrigan’s voice as he says it. He nudges his foot against Kyle's under the table.

And then he sighs, rolling his eyes as the waitress reappears to top off the mimosas and deliver their food.] Or you can rent a camper or a uhaul like a normal person.

[kyley_b]

Well, yeah, but you ARE.

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

Not my fault I'm butch.

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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.

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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!

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[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.]

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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.