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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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myriadeclipse

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.

From:

paraselenic

[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.]

From:

myriadeclipse

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?

From:

paraselenic

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!]