myownface | MCA #4, Tuesday Evening

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MCA #4, Tuesday Evening

Sparkle was frowning at his phone as he looked, not for the first time, at the text that Atton had sent him yesterday. It said, ever so helpfully, a nice, straightforward, NOT DEAD. Sparkle, being Sparkle, had texted back and equally straightforward, ASSHOLE. Because goddammit, Atton, you didn't have to fucking scare him like that, okay?

At least today he had a pretty good distraction all lined up. Company to cook for, which meant that he was at least somewhat distracted from his worry by things that needed to be chopped and simmered and actually watched, because like hell he was going to burn down the apartment the very first time he decided to cook something for Leto.

It wasn't anything super fancy. Not really. He was a decent cook but he was no Dr. Lecter or anything, after all. And honestly, he didn't trust himself enough tonight to try anything more complicated than a pasta dish. But spaghetti was hard to mess up, and chorizo made anything good. Mostly anything good. It definitely made spaghetti good, anyway.

He looked at his phone again and screwed up his face at it before he tucked it back into his pocket. Leto would probably be here soon, and there was sauce to stir.

[OOC: Expecting one!]

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"Not a request as such, but...," Leto replied teasingly . If Sparkle really wanted to take his shirt off he was welcome to, but it wasn't like Leto was going to insist. It seemed a little rude.

"Oh, I forgot, I brought this," he added, offering Sparkle a bottle of wine. "I understand it's customary for a guest to bring the wine."

"Ooo!" Excuse Sparkle for a moment, Leto. He needed to be kind of delighted by the fact that he was making dinner for somebody, and that somebody had brought wine.

This was literally a first for him. In his entire life.

"Thanks," he said, expression brightening as he accepted it. "This'll go great with dinner. Uh, I forgot to ask, do you like spaghetti?"

Please like spaghetti, Leto. Sparkle would actually consider making a whole new dinner from scratch if you said no.

Leto had no knowledge of wine in this time, but he had figured that expensive was better than cheap so that was what he had bought, hoping that Sparkle would find it acceptable. It would have been a surprise to him that no one else had done this before.

"Oh, yes I do." Leto looked cheerful. "Ghani and I have ordered Italian takeaway sometimes." When they didn't order pizza. Neither was available on Arrakis.

"Oh thank god," Sparkle said, all in a relieved sort of exhale. "It's going to be a little bit hot, because of the chorizo, but the rest of the sauce and stuff kind of balances that out. And the wine will help."

Because wine helped a lot of things, mostly.

"Oh, I have no problem with hot food," Leto said, reaching out to lock his fingers with Sparkle's again. "Or the lack of spicy. I'm just happy that you wanted to cook for me."

It was very rare that he was invited to a dinner like this ~~even if he possibly invited himself.~~

Oh. Oh. Okay. That was good, then. Sparkle relaxed a little more, hanging on to Leto's hand, and ducked his head a little bit with a smile.

"Well, you know... any excuse to spend more time with you."

Shameless. He was shameless even when he was worrying needlessly about the food. It was an interesting trick to pull off, but Sparkle was definitely the guy for the job.

How could Leto resist that? He locked his fingers with Sparkle's, wormskin against human skin. "I find that there are meny reasons to share a meal. Do you need any assistance?"

"I've got the food mostly handled," Sparkle replied, smirking just that little bit more, "but I wouldn't turn down company in the kitchen while I finish up in there. I still need to boil the pasta."

That was the easy part, really. And boring. A distraction would be great.

"That I can manage," Leto said, laughing. "Lead the way."

"Right through here," Sparkle said, leading Leto into the kitchen and setting the bottle down on the counter as he went. "Sorry there's nowhere to sit in here. Apartment kitchens, you know? But you should be out of splash radius or whatever even if you come in a bit."

Sparkle was a messy cook, and spaghetti sauce was a messy thing to cook. Cleaning came after the cooking was finished and he was meticulous about it, but unless he was cooking in somebody else's kitchen, the splatter zone was completely a thing.

Leto didn't have much experience with apartment kitchens, but he just leaned against the wall, not really out of the splatter zone. He had been helping with the cooking in Sietch Tabr together with Hania; it wasn't like he couldn't deal with that.

"Should we start drinking that now?" he asked, gesturing at the bottle. "Or is it supposed to strickly go with the dinner?"

"I think since it's just the two of us, we can make up the rules as we go," Sparkle decided, detouring briefly to pull two glasses from the cupboard. "I'm curious about it, and where's the fun in waiting, right?"

Leto hardly thought Sparkle would ever consider that kind of etiquette important, so he had assumed they would agree on this. He reached for the bottle and looked around for a corkscrew.

"There's nothing fun in waiting, is there?" Leto smiled, half to himself.

"Well, some waiting can be fun," Sparkle noted, and then gestured with his stirring spoon to the drawer with the corkscrew in it. "It just depends on what you're waiting for. And how you frame it."

Sparkle was right in that, of course, but it was more fun to question it. "Oh? And what would you like waiting for?" Leto asked, rummaging through the drawer and continuing to open the bottle.

"Oh, you know," Sparkle mused, taking the lid off the sauce so that he could give it a stir and turning a smirk toward Leto over his shoulder. "Anything with a worthwhile payoff. A little bit of suspense makes that sort of thing a lot more enjoyable, you know? Like you had to earn it."

Pouring the wine, Leto grinned back at Sparkle. "Yes, I suppose. But how do you know it's worth your effort?"

"I guess I have to keep good faith that it will be," Sparkle laughed. "Or keep company with the kind of people who make it worth the effort."

He set the spoon down again and turned to grin at Leto outright.

"Fortunately, I do know people who are good at that."

"That is fortunate." Leto returned that grin, offering Sparkle a glass of wine.

Sparkle accepted that glass with a grin, and immediately lifted it into the air.

"To people who are worth the effort?"

"To people who are worth the effort," Leto agreed, smiling at Sparkle. "I know a few of those myself. And I suppose I can be patient when I have to." He sipped the wine and took a moment to consider the taste.

"See, sometimes worthwhile," Sparkle decided, and then took a sip of the wine, himself. "... That's not bad."

A beat.

"Maybe if we let it breathe for a bit?"

Something else that was made better with patience, right there.

"Breathe? Clearly I know even less about wines than I thought," Leto said. "But I will trust your judgement. And rely on your patience," he added with a laugh, putting the glass down on the counter, and peeking into the pan while casually wrapping an arm around Sparkle's waist.

Sparkle smiled and hummed a little at that, leaning back against Leto while he stirred.

"See, it's nothing really fancy," he shared. "It's just simmering now, to let the flavours mix. And the noodles are..."

From a box. Sparkle didn't make spaghetti from scratch, no. He wasn't fancy enough to have the equipment for that just yet. Either way, he was dumping them into the boiling water in the other pot, there.

".. On the way."

Leto had only eaten take-away pasta before, so even cooking noodles from a box was a new experience for him. "It smells good," he said, smiling. He felt happy, comfortable, present in the moment; the way he usually felt in Sparkle's company. Leaning close, he gave Sparkle a quick kiss on the neck, just to express that feeling.

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