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Mockingbird

Please forgive me for missing your message. I'll be right with you.

The Other Me

He isn't that sorry.

Mockingbird

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[ Hugo starts to pick at his food with the introduction of the meat. Now he could put some of the side dishes together with it to look somewhat normal and less like some weird picky guy who hates vegetables. Taking the compiled meat and vegetables, he puts it in his mouth before he can comment on anything that's being spoken.

His expression flattened, looking at Lycaon over that comment. What about him was so bad to mention? It wasn't as if anyone was asking him to admit he was a criminal. They had a rapport with one another that wasn't purely steeped in criminal activity. Was it still so horrible that he couldn't mention it even in casual conversation? It didn't even need to be extensive!

Although, he can't deny his presence was worth talking about.

Lycaon speaks further, and it stops Hugo from taking another bite of his meat, his mismatched eyes looking up to peer across the table at the wolfman and his clear offense.]

Is rather? Is rather what, Lycaon? Are you admitting you have no romantic sense? I'm curious as to how you were planning to end that statement.

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[Look, it's because they're gossip girls that he didn't say anything. He did you a favour, thank you.

If you must know, he doesn't shut up about you now to the point that a young Christian man is now convinced they had hobbies(tm). How's that?]

It's...it's nothing. [There's a small chuckle under his ever-present growl in his voice] And my romantic sense is working perfectly fine, thank you. It's yours I'm worried about.

[Lycaon chews on his words (and that meat) for a moment, elegantly swallowing before his lips curl into a smile.]

You're... [He gives a soft hum.] You're quite high-maintenance.

[Anyone who dated this man would return him in a week. To who? Lycaon himself. Wait why did he think 'himself'. Erase that last thought.]

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[ Hugo freezes, his stare still on Lycaon. ]

... What?

[ This was how the villain scene of a play usually starts. After the grave insult to their character, the audience is pulled into their inner world, where they monologue and sing about their deep hatred for the high and mighty hero. Hugo, however, just imagined throwing the dish of peppers at Lycaon and moved a more sociably acceptable way of showing his disagreement with this; Turning it into an argument.

Putting his chopsticks down, Hugo curls his hand against his chest, his face spreading into a smile that was more manic than comforting. ]

I beg. Your pardon? I'm the one that's high maintenance? Me? Not the man who has to alphabetize the dishes and organize the position of every item in the kitchen before he can be satisfied?

Compared to you, I'm far easier to be in a relationship with.

[ Not that he would know. Lycaon doesn't know that, nor does he NEED to! ]

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...You're serious.

[It's like the air surrounding the booth dropped a good ten degrees since Lycaon made that statement. Not that he notices with his resistance to cold, but Hugo's theatre mask smile and body language are enough to tell him.

Even more so when his own habits are brought into question. His ears flick indignantly as his own chopsticks are set on the napkin beside him, fingers threading between themselves as his elbows rest on the table.

Staring Hugo down in challenge.]

Please tell me the fault in having organization skills. I'd be over the moon to hear them.

You tricked me into saying asinine phrases when learning French, and always asked me to carry you when you didn't want to run anymore. I'm practically a suitor in comparison to you.

[This got personal!]

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The problem is when it takes hours to accomplish, or you decide to 'organize' something, and it's hardly seen against without knowledge of your system.

[ They were both locked in, and the simmering argument was only growing. He could go on about the over correctness of organization or how Lycaon could be controlling. Due to having allowed Lycaon to do as he pleased with dinner already because Hugo couldn't be bothered to fight him over it, It would have been poor to mention it while actively benefitting from it.

So instead of move to even more personal insults! Hugo's eyes grow wider and then narrow. ]

Everyone does that when teaching someone a language. It's not abnormal to want to have fun with someone. You are the one who can never understand a joke. Also, the monologues were necessary. How were we supposed to make sure the evils of the world understood our manifesto if we didn't tell them? I painstakingly put that declaration together, you know.

The carrying situation was far more complex than merely not wanting to run, and you know it. Plus, your stamina is far outstrips mine. [ He can already feel the disturbance in the force over this statement. ] It's far easier to let you take care of the things you're good at so I can strike when my moment comes.

In conclusion, I have my doubts.

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I told you the system multiple times, but every time I explained it, I'd catch you browsing a magazine.

[His control was to counteract the chaos of the man before him. How couldn't he make sure that this man functioned properly, or got what he needed. He'd laid out what Hugo liked anyway, so clearly it was for the best that he did. Don't read into this, it means nothing.]

If I'm not mistaken, the bare minimum for a joke is that it needs to be funny. [A keen eye can practically see his fur fluff up at that. It's not that he was embarrassed.] And your scripts were overly complex. You were always one who lived by the rule of using ten words when one will do. I told you to trim it down, but it had to be so...verbose.

[He pauses, though, letting one of those hands drift to his mouth.] Well. I never said I minded. I do have more stamina than you, it's true. [A million voices suddenly cried out in...terror? joy? laughter?] But you'd expect your partner to do that, wouldn't you?

So I too have my doubts.

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I was listening. It's called multitasking.

[ After Lycaon left, he had to learn how to do everything by himself. The cleaning, the organizing, the shopping, and everything in between. If he hadn't run into Lycaon, his plans for the night were going to be alcohol and regret. Now he was being forced to eat and face what still lingered between them.

He was being fed, but at what cost? ]

I tried to help to practice time and time again. I invested my time and effort into helping you through whatever problems you were having with the dialogue. My painstaking effort to give you the intimidating air you deserved was thrown to the wayside because you refused to remember your lines.

[ He could hear the quiet part. Of course, he could. Those huge elf ears weren't for nothing. Will he comment on it? Of course not. ]

I wouldn't expect that of my partner. Everyone has different things they're good at, and I can't expect everyone to have your inhuman level of stamina.

[ He also wouldn't expect that of a partner due to his abandonment complex, seeing that he just hadn't had one since his last one broke up with him. Another tidbit to not bring up. ]

I suppose the only way to settle something like this is to see it in action. Putting your money where your mouth is, as they say.

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[As if proving Hugo's entire point, Lycaon shuffled a few more pieces his way before taking his own. He wasn't the only one who was going to return to his home that night hungover from emotional overload. He'd call out of work the next day to process it, if it wouldn't send Zulius into red alert status.

And yet it's the lightest his heart's felt in awhile, despite how foggy his head is.]

I could swear you changed a few words around to trip me up. I still believe that to this day. [He knew Hugo's favourite prank victim was him.] But I'm proof now that I can be both well spoken and intimidating.

[But that's when his posture straightens, listening to what Hugo is proposing. A slight glint flickers in his red eye.]

A wager. You want to place bets on your ability to keep a relationship? Hugo, you don't usually make bets with the odds so stacked against you. [He feels like he's practically got this in the bag.]

I hope you don't make this future romantic partner of yours carry you. [That's his job anyway I mean what.]

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[ Hugo would think personally going to work after all of this is a form of social masochism, but if that's what Lycaon's into, he won't stop him. Far be it from to limit his potential to the gossip worse. ]

The only time I changed thing were for the sake of flow or a better idea came to me. It wasn't against you, it was for of you.

[ He even made sure Lycaon could say it in multiple languages as the situation required. Who else would devote so much time to preparation to the social dalliances that happened before and after a heist. This didn't mean he didn't prank him. Sometimes getting your friend to say something in a language they didn't know was the peak of comedy. Lycaon just had no sense of humor. ]

Say what you want now. I will be the one on top in the end.

[ ...Nope, there was no saving that one. He already said it. ]

I would pose you also take part, but I know how unfun you are. In that case, tell me what rules or regulations I'm working with.

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For what it was worth, I liked your first ideas more.

[That small whisper escapes his lips again. He was perhaps a bit more simple-minded back then, but the first pass of those little speeches were a lot more raw, with a lot more passion.]

But we'll see who tops in the end. I'm not afraid of a challenge. [Can you two listen to yourselves for one second.]

[But regarding their wager, Lycaon's tail thumps in thought.]

Hm. Alright. Here are my terms.

[Lycaon sets his plate to the side, making sure to keep an eye on the meat that was still grilling. An arm folds across his chest while the other reaches up to his chin, ears flicking idly.]

This will be approximately two weeks. And I encourage you to be upfront with the person you choose.

One, you cannot pay this person you are to date. You are dating, not selling your body.

Two, you may gift this person as normal, but it cannot be above a total of $25 per day. Remember, you are to imagine you are quite early in your dating life. Lavish gifts so early in can make you appear desperate. I will give leniency if you are cooking a meal or making a homemade gift, though you've never been one for arts and crafts.

Three, you cannot buy anything in advance to make yourself more appealing. What I mean is, you cannot buy any new hair oils, cologne, clothes, or accessories that may aid you. You must be as you are.

Four, you cannot make a deal, threaten, persuade, or ignore your date under the table as a shortcut for the reward. You are to play this fairly.

Five, you must be the one to break the relationship off at the end of the duration. Should the date break up with you, no matter how early into this challenge, it is seen as forfeit. Even if you reach the two week period and your date ends this, it still counts as a loss. The only exception is that if this ends in...true love.

[Lycaon tries his very hardest to say that last part with a straight face. He nods, satisfied with that as he looks back up. After all, it wasn't that he felt Hugo couldn't charm his way into a relationship. But the other person has to put up with his personality.]

I believe that covers it. Now...in the unlikely event you succeed, tell me what you want as a reward.

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[ Hugo stuffed his mouth with a piece of meat, listening to Lycaon's wild demands. The only way to prevent himself from airing his grievances was to keep eating his meat and focusing on food. Every time he was displeased with the terms, another piece of food was shoved into his mouth.

All of it was bad, but the fifth rule and its clause was the cherry on the cake. Closing his eyes, he sat back, taking time to swallow and stew over what he wanted for a reward after this ridiculous charade.

He knew what he wanted, but he couldn't ask for that. Not so soon. ]

Your lack of faith is almost as bad as your rules.

[ His tone lacked venom or conviction, letting his gaze wander away from Lycaon as he thought about what there was to even want from this farce. ]

It's like you insist I fail for your amusement. Are those the things you do when you're trying to court someone? ... what are the things you do when you're interested in someone?

[ It finally dawned on him that he has never seen Lycaon show interest in others. Was he asexual or something? Did he miss a whole character arc, and now Lycaon had a wife and kids? He went into this whole thing really not considering any of the things could have happened in the last near decade. ]

If I succeed, seeing your face when you have to accept that I'm likable will be enough.

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[He could tell Hugo wasn't fond of all the restrictions, each one making that eyebrow twitch just a little more. Maybe he'd made it too iron-clad--it comes with the territory when dealing with Hugo, after all. His head dips a little, looking to catch the man's gaze with his eye.]

I'm willing to negotiate leniency with them, of course.

[Though just public embarrassment as the only reward...] Your reward is rather conservative. I admit I was expecting I'd have to dye my fur or spend a day catering to your whims--

2/2

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[Record scratch.]

I--

[Oh god. He was actually feeling rather confident this was one thing Hugo wouldn't ever ask him about. And it shows on Lycaon's face, eye fluttering in surprise as he perks up like a spring daisy.]

It's... Nothing out of the ordinary. Were I to court someone, I would take them on outings, give gifts, spend time with them--

[Compose yourself, Lycaon!]

[With a small exhale, he collects himself once more and clears his throat. He supposes it wouldn't hurt elaborating a tiny bit, since it seems like Hugo thinks him incapable of having a relationship.]

It seems you think me as somewhat of a prude. I cannot say I blame you, since cues do fly over my head often. But I will be the first to let you know your worries are unfounded. It's not that I don't have interest in the idea of dating someone or even being intimate. It's just different for wolves.

[They had their own ways of displaying their affection. Gentle brushes against their intended crush with their tail, providing food to them, memorizing their scent. You can all see the problem here, correct? He doesn't want Hugo getting the wrong idea.

He takes the menu that was laid to the side of the table, flipping it open not unlike a one would with a paper fan.]

You would like more, no? Let us browse the options.

[He'll just shove his face behind that menu to read. Go away Hugo.]

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You clearly don't understand. I--

[ He paused when he saw the change in Lycaon, raising a brow as he observed. How strange that the matter of love, the matter he seemed to speak with such experience on, make him have all of these reactions when turned on him. Hugo would not be deceived by the notion of Lycaon being so mundane. He who restrains himself has something to hide.

But no matter. Hugo leaned back, listening further as Lycaon tried to defend himself. Passing it off as wolf habits being different only made Hugo more curious. He could imagine having to balance the urges. Still, walking around the whole thing and not explaining what those acts of affection were made him wonder if the sudden shyness was so he didn't notice that Lycaon was flirting with someone. Maybe one from his job? Plenty of people must come and go from a bar.

His attention doesn't waver when Lycaon decides to go back to the menu and the food before him. Hugo couldn't decide which option he believed in more; if Lycaon was hiding from elaboration, or if he was bored with the whole subject. So, he--

Was he really going to let Lycaon get away with this? Yes, actually, he was. ]

You can browse.

[ There was a pause, a quiet moment of him watching Lycaon further bury himself in the menu. ]

By the way, I'm going to do it my way while keeping your suggestions in mind. I will be going over that gift budget because I'm an adult, not a child buying lollies at the shops. Your punishment upon my success may sound conservative, but all of this really isn't about the actual challenge, now is it?

[ He wasn't going to elaborate, his head going backward until it could rest on the back of his side of the booth. ]

Tteok-bokki sounds good, but I'm not in something that can get messy and the rice cakes get stuck on my fangs. It's such a hassle, but the sauce is still so good with the blood sausage.

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[Lycaon had expected Hugo to swoop in on the opportunity to needle him, and prepared a dozen different explanations while avoiding the truth. When that moment didn't come--worse, it was met with almost silence--he folds the menu back down, searching for an answer in the man's almost melancholic disposition.

It's not like he could elaborate even if he wanted to. His rampant jealousy at the mere idea of Hugo being in a relationship? His affectionate gestures that went unnoticed by him, some even seen as a nuisance? His self-restraint keeping his urges in check? None of that was something you could just tell someone over Korean Barbecue.

Maybe his lack of engagement in the topic upset Hugo... he wishes he was slightly better at reading people. Even if he wanted to continue the facade of ordering more, he doesn't think he could in good faith.]

...The difference between being in love and dating is like the difference between the moon and the lunar surface. There is no comparison once you find your moon.

[But his eyes close in thought. Hugo was right--this really wasn't about petty teenage pranks on each other as revenge, or a true challenge regarding how tolerable Hugo's personality was.]

I suppose not, and I factored in that you would simply not listen to my terms. Being bound by rules is not the Mockingbird way.

[He will, however, call the waitress over and whisper something to her, ears flicking with a smile. He'll get you that sauce, sir.]

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You're right. I don't want to listen to your terms.

[ He wouldn't lie about that. They were extensive and well-thought-out, despite how quickly they were thought up. It was like in their time away, Lycaon had perfected his methods of restraint and how to apply them to other people. When Hugo moves his head, he notices the look Lycaon was giving him, turning his head so that he could return that look with his own. ]

You sound like you're speaking from experience. Have you found your moon, Lycaon?

[ It really shouldn't matter to him either way. They've been apart for a long time, and Lycaon was always the far more well-adjusted one between them. The further this conversation went, the more convinced he was that the wolf before him truly had found something of his own in all these years. How... quaint.

Hugo, on the other hand, was stuck in a mire of his own abandonment and trust issues. It wasn't his personality that prevented such things, but his mentality and inability to let others too close. That was the sort of endpoint that came when you're betrayed by everyone it would ever hold dear. That's what it was truly about, but Hugo refused to think about the subject anymore. It was easier to be upset at the notion This Mutt found him unlovable and high maintenance.

And once the waitress walks away, he lifts his head once more.]

Then educate me. What's the difference?

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I have.

[He can say that with confidence. It didn't matter how much of a traitor Hugo thought him, he would've kept his eye out for him for the rest of his life if he had to.

The waitress brings that sauce, and he sets it down in front of Hugo before asking the woman for the check.]

...

[He thinks on this for a moment, picking up on the light venomous pricks on the corner of Hugo's mouth.]

Very well. I just didn't think you'd be interested.

[My, that waitress is fast. She's already here with it. Lycaon fills out the necessary information, almost relishing in this torturous moment as he stands up to go to the counter.]

I would not call the lunar surface high-maintenance, for example.

[Enjoy that piece of confusion with your Tteok-bokki sauce, Hugo. He's going to pay and book it if he's lucky!]

1/3

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[ What? What the bloody hell does he mean the lunar-- ]

2/I lied it's more than 3

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[ Why would the moon be-- ]

3/4

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