#centuriontestament

The diner is about a mile away from Clorad’s home, and only barely above the line of being a knock-off Denny’s, but between the two of them they’re working on a third plate of pancakes with no complaints. Cheap and fast is the name of the game for 3am hunger crisis-es, and since they were at Clorad’s house this time, the All-Nite-Owl’s Malt was the place to be. The booth was a dingy blue, but big enough for Clorad to toss his legs over Titus’ lap on one side, and clean. The waitress seemed bored, and was more invested in her phone game than in keeping an eye on them.

It was perfect, honestly, since Titus spoke halfway through a mouthful of food. “When did you become such a gentleman? First I get to stay over and then you feed me.” He dodged the syrup-sticky fork trying to poke his side and Clorad’s glare.

“I always let you stay over, Titus. You fall asleep right away, anyway.” He mutters, taking another bite. “Stop acting like I kick you out. I can’t get you to leave.”

Titus shrugs. “Your place is nice. And once I’ve had an encounter with The Meat, I don’t really feel like moving anywhere.” He slides a hand up Clorad’s thigh, smiling wickedly. “Speaking of, I’m going to be up for a while from this, you know. Making me drive you here.”

“Hey. I’m paying. Be nice.” Clorad pokes the back of Titus’ hand with his fork, but only lightly, and barely holds back his grin. “And I have no idea what you could be implying. I’m sure you’ll find something to keep yourself busy.”

You sniff around the transportalizer--not tantalizer--once you put in the coordinates, still not sure of it yet. You drop a snack-bag size of Cheetos on the pad first, just to check it. Gotta like, make sure. Once you send them, you sit down on your haunches and check with.... you actually have no idea who that is!! You should have asked his name. You do that, real quick, while you’re confirming that the cheetos actually arrived.

How curious! Feferi was rarely trusted enough to be invited over upon first greeting, not that she ever had any bad intentions towards anyone she met online, but it felt good to be given that length of trust right off the bat anyway. Now, she normally brought tea and cookies over to a new host, but Titus seemed quite different from the people she usually met. There was less of an air of innocence than with others, so perhaps tea and cookies weren’t quite going to do it.

As Feferi wandered through her kitchen, she managed to pluck out an expensive champagne, though she wondered for a moment whether or not her new host drank at all. It would be terrible manners to bring alcohol to someone who abstained. It seemed as though she’d have to bring the tea as well, just in case. She packed a basket with the two drinks, putting in a range of sweet and savoury snacks as well before hopping onto her transportalizer and punching in the coordinates Titus gave her.

Soon, she disappeared in a flash of light, reappearing at the given coords. She stepped off the transport pad and smoothed her clothes, first making sure her pleated mini skirt was flat and then straightening her conservative blouse.

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