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[heatmetal]

[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

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[heatmetal]

Oh yeah? Uh-huh? While you got this half-naked man [ okay like maybe a quarter naked, his jeans are sliding pretty far down ] in your bed?

[ but he's kidding, and he makes it clear with a wide grin before steve can slip into worry mode. ]

Have your little feelings fest.

[retromix]

I'm going to get you a hundred-percent naked later, I have patience.

[ Shooting him a narrow look! Steve sits up against the headboard and starts texting, feet nudging at Eddie. ]

You could make us something to eat.

[heatmetal]

[ cackling, letting his fingers dance along steve's feet before sitting up. ]

So order take-out. Got it. Try not to kill each other while I'm foraging.

[retromix]

One of these days I'm cooking us a real meal ...

[ Ah! Ticklish feet!! Off the bed, demon. ]

[heatmetal]

[ clocking that for mischief later. ]

You can cook?

[retromix]

Well, yeah, it's not like we've had any staff since I was thirteen.

[ Old enough to operate the oven, in other words. ]

[heatmetal]

[ "staff". eddie shakes his head, trotting towards the door. ]

Get you a boy that doesn't know what ravioli straight outta the can tastes like.

[retromix]

Get you a boy who knows how to make it from scratch.

[ Blowing him a kiss. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he mimes catching it, swooning. ]