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[courtinsession]

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.

[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.