DAAAATE!

[bothme]

Gamzee couldn't fall asleep until well past what he considered "fuckoff in the morning," so he was a little laggy as he woke up. he slammed a soda after his ablutions, eating a big breakfast, smirking his way through his bacon and eggs. Then he got dressed. He decided, that since it was blessedly less hellishly hot and humid today, he could get away with more than just boxer shorts. He had on basketball shorts, a nondescript tank top, and a gaudy vintage printed silk shirt of gold baroque filigrees on a background of the deepest midnight blue. His hair was pulled up and back off his face and neck in a poofy ponytail. 

Now it was time to be ready for the date. He hadn't been on a proper date in months. The last date he was on had gone tremendously nuclear when his matesprit at the time had decided to try and spoil him, which was not something that he could accept or enjoy. He got progressively more uncomfortable and tetchy until he melted down at dinner that night and had a panic attack in the ramen shop's bathroom. 

This was bound to go far, far better. For one, they were in the comfort of his own home, and he was going to learn something valuable. Second, it was with someone he knew had similar interests to him. 

Someone he knew, if he was a troll, would be a purpleblood. Because he knew Troll Corbin, although he wasn't near as interested in Troll Corbin. In fact? Troll Corbin gave Gamzee the wig for a number of reasons. But Human Corbin? He was so at peace with him. Corbin made him feel so comfortable. He hadn't gotten too nosy about shit that he felt was touchy or personal. He didn't ask why Gamzee enjoyed the forest or why he twitched sometimes, or why he couldn't make eye contact. He just. Accepted him. 

It was a new, beautiful feeling.

When the time rolled around for Corbin to arrive, Gamzee was sitting poolside, legs submerged, as he laid back and looked at the clouds, smiling dazedly up at them, making believe they were smiling back.

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[maryonet]

The nerves melted when Etoile went in for the hug and he hugged back, returning the enthusiasm. He sort of rested his head on Etoile's shoulder for a moment. "Good to see you, brother," he murmured, then when hewas led inward to the rest of the house, he looked about, marvelling at theplants and the decor.

"...Fucking lava lamps. Ain't surprised, those things are hella fun to stare at, with or without medicinal shit," he murmured, and grinned.

"Don't need much for a kitchen setup tho. Just some counter space and an oven. Ain't even a big baking dish it's a nine inch casserole." He shrugged and looked at the painting again. "...Is this one just fantasy or did Alternia look anything like this? Love the detail work on it."

[bothme]

"Haha, man, that... That's some future-me shit. Alternia ain't look like that at all. Got some sketches I drew up all of the place from memory, if you be looking to have a visual. But nah, that's some motherfucking Vallejo shit he done up." He admired it as well, smiling sheepishly. It was well beyond his own skill level right at present, but his elder self wanted to leave a gift to him to enjoy. He stepped closer to Corbin, bowing his head. "Honestly though, motherfucker done up things to aspire to. I done one of these up at the Peixes mansion in nothin' but sharpies, but it ain't near as motherfucking wicked as all this madness."

[maryonet]

"Ha. Fair I guess. I mean if he's future you I guess that means you're gonna get that good eventually long as you put in the work. It's good shit yo." He wrapped an arm around Etoile's shoulder and nodded.

"Right. Lemme get this food set up and then while it's cooking we'll get a look at the AC shit. I'll work slow so you can take everything in. And if you got any questions you can ask me as I go, ok? Feel free to interrupt anything I'm doing if I go too fast and ask about whatevs?"

He looked to the kitchenette and then rolled his bag that way, unpacking the cold stuff and the supplies.

[bothme]

"Aight. Just go at regular pace man, I got quick know on when it's visual. If you be just explaining it, you'd have to get slow, but right now? s'alright." He scratched through the front of his hair and stepped a little closer, looking more over Corbin's shoulder than looking beside him. He'd learned how to cook breakfast this way, just by watching his alt go through the motions.

[maryonet]

"All right. But if you miss anything lemme know." The oven was preheated first. He took out his good chopping knife from its protective sleeve and chopped the ends off a large yellow onion, peeled it, the chopped it in half lengthwise and slived it into half-moon slices. Those were layered in the bottom of the casserole dish. The pork was next, the packaging removed carefully, sliced into flat strips the length of the baking dish, layered carefully. Then the entire stuff was dusted with paprika and a little jerk seasoning, and a half cup of chicken broth poured in. Then he added a few squirts of barbecue sauce. "Most of this gets added after its done and I shred it up. But that's it. Now we just bake it at 400 til it falls apart." He clapped a lid on it, and put it in the oven.

[bothme]

With rapt interest, Etoile watched and paid attention, only stepping away to give Corbin ample space when he was wielding a knife, then right back to Corbin's side the moment it was set down. Once it was finished, he smiled broadly and nudged him gently. "Looks good already," he murmured, then stepped away to lead the way to the very back of the hallway, passing three doors to the utility room, where the central air main was, as well as the breaker box for the house, the water heater, and the furnace were. "welcome to big tin shit I ain't know shit about central," he said while flipping on the light.

[maryonet]

"It'll be even better once it's done though. This shit is gonna be like melt in your mouth tender, s'good," Corbin purred and followed along patiently behind. Once they paused at the tin monster, he wrapped one arm round Etoile's waist and hmmmed. ...He looked at the machine idly, but. Mostly he was considering just leaning over and kissing his date.

"So do we got any idea what's wrong with it to start with? Or is it just like, shit won't go? Cus hell, could be anything making it not."