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[baruthumos]

You've reached Omega.

If this is a medical emergency, leave your location and the nature of the emergency, any allergies or conditions, and I will be right there.

If you need someone to have a medical emergency, leave your name and a way to contact you.

And if this is about a child, leave your location, the nature of the problem, and tell them I will be right there.

Comments

[protective_logic]

Giving him free reign over our living room where he proceeded to make out with Sigma wasn't special enough?

[baruthumos]

No, I think it was, just checking that you agree. So chili for Maine?

[protective_logic]

I said I'll ask. Don't rush me.

[baruthumos]

Okay, okay. No hurry. You're going to end up doing the shopping for it anyways.

So...you and Sigma going to set up a schedule for the couch, or is it first come, first serve, or what?

[protective_logic]

W-what!?

[baruthumos]

Well, I sleep there half the time, but I don't want to interrupt anything. Any special thing. Any alone time you might want. I understand there are times my presence might be less than welcome. Do I get advance warning, or is it more of an informal arrangement?

[protective_logic]

I think you're getting abundantly ahead of things, Omega. I'm not Sig. But he says he wouldn't mind meeting the littles.

[baruthumos]

I would pay cash money to see him and Theta in the same room. When are we doing this?

[protective_logic]

He suggests Sunday.

[baruthumos]

Sunday it is. What are you making?

[protective_logic]

I don't even know. I don't what he likes other than scones and green tea.

[baruthumos]

Donuts. Pancakes. Bacon. I'm seeing a theme here.

[protective_logic]

What's the theme?

[baruthumos]

D. Sparkles. Goblin. Number two. Look at the list again. Donuts. Scones. Pancakes. What do they all have in common.

This is like an episode of Sesame Street.

[protective_logic]

They all have the letter 's'?

[baruthumos]

Maybe you better ask one of the twins to help you. You might need to explain what a scone is, so they know it is also a sweet, bread-like food commonly eaten for breakfast. Sometimes talking to you just hurts.

[protective_logic]

He wants chili and he's bringing cornbread and syrup for dessert. Please be nice? I've... I've never done this before.

[baruthumos]

Of course I'll be nice. He is my friend too. And you are my brother.

And he has a really big gun.

So am I putting meat in the chili for him? I'll let you spice it. Maybe grape soda will help me cut.

[protective_logic]

I think meat wouldn't be bad. Can you put up with that for me? Please? He... God, Meg, he says my eyes light up when I blush.

[baruthumos]

Oh, for the love of- will you stop acting like you're asking me to sacrifice my firstborn to his dark and unholy god? Yes, I will put meat in the chili. Yes, you can help me so it isn't too spicy for you. Yes, I will act like an adult and not embarrass you.

Unless you continue to act like I am some sort of malevolent force hell-bent on making sure you live out your life alone and forsaken as my live-in made. Because that's a little irritating, I have to tell you. Not trying to ruin your mood, just being honest.

I can honestly say I do not sit around watching your eyes. I'm glad he likes you. I am. Why do you keep telling me these things?

[protective_logic]

I'm sorry. I've just... I've never had a boyfriend before. I have a boyfriend. And... if I tell Sigma about the eyes thing he'll tease me. He's already saying he's going to give Maine 'ideas.'

I can't do anything to him if he teases me. But Maine can make you run extra laps if you tease me. That makes you safe.

I could stop talking to you if you wanted.

[baruthumos]

Fine, when you put it that way...either I'm the evil ogre who's plotting to make you cry in front of him or I get to hear all about what he thinks of your eyes. Pick one.

[protective_logic]

Neither. I'm sorry. You're not evil. Not at all. And I'll stop bothering you.

[baruthumos]

Fine. I pick you bother me. Tell me about his hands. Explain to me why you even want a boyfriend. If it makes you this happy, I've never seen you this happy, then keep talking. I'll live.

[protective_logic]

No. Really. It's okay. I dont' want to bother you.