Trigger hound

(@trigger-hound)

*Kilroy is comfortably asleep next to the man. Since they drifted off, he had shuffled a bit in his sleep, leaving his hair ruffled and stuck to his face. As James got close to him again, he smiled and hummed, pulling him close like a stuffed animal to grasp.*

“Mm.”

“I love you too.”

*He yawned, getting more cozy.*

“Oh, James. What a sweet sight to wake up to.”

*He moved his hand to his cheek.*

“Thank you, dear.”

*He blushed, coy about the mess of his hair. James’ motions illuminated Kilroy’s hearing aids, making them glimmer in the faint light of the room. He giggled about James’ sleep quality.*

glad to hear my darling dear

*He chuckled.*

“You know, I’ve never really had breakfast before your cooking. I usually make pasta for all meals.”

I... myself usually just skip breakfast to be honest...

never really cook for myself unless cooking for others as well

“Then, this is good for both of us. You need to take care of yourself too, you know.”

I do enjoy cooking but only doing it at some times keeps it special you know?

“I certainly do.”

*He rested his head on his shoulder to give batted eyelashes. He got more serious at the man’s discussion.*

just eggs, milk, cinnamon and bread

tho also syrup and butter for serving

yeah but it's worth it ain't it?

he continues stretching a bit before walking over to the door of the room

shouldn't be too slow

*He listened to the crackles, hoping it didn’t hurt him to do so. He slung his feet over the bed and screwed in his prosthetic back on. He reached for his cane and stood up slowly, resting on it for support. He smirked and shook his head.*

he opens the door holding it out for Kilroy

*He smiled and gave a curtsey.*

“Why, thank you.”

“T-Thank you.”

*Eventually, Kilroy made it to the bottom and stretched. He turned to James with a big smile. He seemed to get a little more flexibility from the short warmup of his muscles.*

*He came over to him to hold his hand and walk side by side. The second James hit the floor, there was a sound of scrambling and Roscoe came to greet his new favorite person. He flopped down for pets in front of him.*

oh hello Roscoe

he kneels down and starts rubbing Roscoe's belly

you cute little thing

he gets back up and grabs Kilroy's hand

can get quite... unruly

*He blushed, and looked over at Roscoe.*

“I’ll make sure to not let this become a programmed behavior. You have my word.”

*The machine lowered his ears and mechanisms inside clattered, trying to understand this.*

he eventually makes it to the kitchen

do you want to watch me cook?

*Roscoe pushed the door open and moved to sit on the floor, wanting to watch the action himself.*

"O-Oh, I'd enjoy that, if I could. S-So long as I don't have to touch the stuff myself, I'm usually ok."

he let's go of Kilroy then quickly gathers ingredients and flicks on the oven

*He seemed relieved and pulled up a chair. As the oven knobs clicked on, he gave a giggle of approval and clapped.*

glad to hear my darling dear

sadly this won't be a long show...

he puts a bit of butter onto a skillet and sets it on the oven once it warms up he grabs some bread, dips it in the batter and then sets it on the skillet

"It smells divine!"

ah lovely, do eat up my darling dear

*He set his cane down and eagerly waltzed with his seat back to James' side at the table. He leaned over the plate and gave a deep inhale of the cinnamon scent.*

thank you my dear

but it's just a simple recipe

eh it's just common knowledge isn't it?

tho I often find it true

that might just be confirmation bias however...

*He waved his fork at him, playfully.*

"I suppose it is true. But sometimes, simple things are hard to accomplish- OH! The coffee."

eh just read a lot my darling dear

do find it to be useful when it comes to targets

for some odd reason people love to get full of themselves then start playing games

start monologuing about this and that and then get surprised when the man who hates talkative people skips the chase and just stabs them

I don't know why this keeps happening and why they always start on philosophy of all things

why not family and friends over the subjective?

he eats some more of the french toast

mean I just don't understand why someone would prefer to talk about "every man is evil and anybody who isn't is just lying" over say their kids

mean they aren't uh moral in the first place, might as well try to appeal to my humanity

*He shrugged.*

"Many people that catch the interest of being killed are too absorbed in their work. A twisted philosophy is what got them there... Or they're just plain stupid, and think they can weasel out of dying, or make you feel guilty about it."

that makes sense, mean feel guilt about killing them either way

except one guy, I really hated that guy

still need to kill vulpesian...

every time I fight the little shit he always manages to kick my ass I don't know how and then proceeds to shove it in my face

at this point his face changes to one of annoyance and frustration

never shuts up and always just gets away

he goes back to picking at his french toast

one time when fighting him it was on a ship and he managed to smack me in the face with his boot after swinging around on a rope like goddamn Jack Sparrow

"G-Gosh. Maybe. Might be better to get him at long range."

*He paused for a second, a green flicker in his eye.*

he sighs and eats another piece of his french toast

the past is in the past and we have a nice breakfast right in front of us

"Y-You're right. I'm sorry, James. It's a wonderful breakfast too. Yesterday and today has been a dream. I'm very glad you have the time to spend it with me."

there's no need to be sorry, I'm the one who brought it up

I'm also very glad we can have such a lovely time together

been far too long since I've been allowed to be so... domestic

"I'm overjoyed that you feel the same to be with me. I'm sorry you haven't been able to have quieter moments til now. I'm more than willing to give you as many as you desire."

I... thank you

I would love that very much

only if you're willing to...

"It would be my honor to, James. I appreciate that, and I assure you I want this so very much. You make me happy James, and I'm happiest when you are safe and cared for. I love you."

you're too much you know that?

so, so, so much

"Oh, maybe I am, now that you mention it! But, I think I'm just enough to marvel at your adorableness."

very few describe me as "adorable"

...

*Among his doting, he did smile at him sincerely.*

of course my darling dear

*He rubbed his thumb on James' hand.*

a-ah...

of course, you must be the kindest man I know

he goes back to holding Kilroy's hand

"Oh, gosh, you flatter me, J-James."

*Perhaps it was his turn to be a blushing mess.*

"I think I look much like a rat, in comparison to you!"

even a gorgeous swan couldn't match up

he looks to relax more now being the one to flatter

and with such inventions of wonder? not even riddler himself could hope to compare

*He readjusted in his seat, sheepish to the praise.*

"Gosh, that is s-some l-level you put me on."

*Roscoe barked. He could agree with the inventing part, being evidence, himself. Kilroy smirked at the dog.*

you mean so very much to me and I hope you get everything you deserve and more

he gives Roscoe more rigorous scratches

sadly words fail me too often to properly tell you just how much I love you

he takes another sip of his coffee now turning to look Kilroy in the eyes

"Oh, James. I certainly know. You show me so much love. What you have said is more than enough testament to that. I love you too. Very much."

he finishes the coffee and rests his head on the back of his hand

oh the finest dear I could ever ask for

wish I could paint you like a French girl~

in truth I have never painted before, not really something I was personally interested in...

but you? now that would be one hell of a muse

(@trigger-hound)

*Kilroy is comfortably asleep next to the man. Since they drifted off, he had shuffled a bit in his sleep, leaving his hair ruffled and stuck to his face. As James got close to him again, he smiled and hummed, pulling him close like a stuffed animal to grasp.*

“Mm.”

“I love you too.”

*He yawned, getting more cozy.*

“Oh, James. What a sweet sight to wake up to.”

*He moved his hand to his cheek.*

“Thank you, dear.”

*He blushed, coy about the mess of his hair. James’ motions illuminated Kilroy’s hearing aids, making them glimmer in the faint light of the room. He giggled about James’ sleep quality.*

glad to hear my darling dear

*He chuckled.*

“You know, I’ve never really had breakfast before your cooking. I usually make pasta for all meals.”

I... myself usually just skip breakfast to be honest...

never really cook for myself unless cooking for others as well

“Then, this is good for both of us. You need to take care of yourself too, you know.”

I do enjoy cooking but only doing it at some times keeps it special you know?

“I certainly do.”

*He rested his head on his shoulder to give batted eyelashes. He got more serious at the man’s discussion.*

just eggs, milk, cinnamon and bread

tho also syrup and butter for serving

yeah but it's worth it ain't it?

he continues stretching a bit before walking over to the door of the room

shouldn't be too slow

*He listened to the crackles, hoping it didn’t hurt him to do so. He slung his feet over the bed and screwed in his prosthetic back on. He reached for his cane and stood up slowly, resting on it for support. He smirked and shook his head.*

he opens the door holding it out for Kilroy

*He smiled and gave a curtsey.*

“Why, thank you.”

“T-Thank you.”

*Eventually, Kilroy made it to the bottom and stretched. He turned to James with a big smile. He seemed to get a little more flexibility from the short warmup of his muscles.*

*He came over to him to hold his hand and walk side by side. The second James hit the floor, there was a sound of scrambling and Roscoe came to greet his new favorite person. He flopped down for pets in front of him.*

oh hello Roscoe

he kneels down and starts rubbing Roscoe's belly

you cute little thing

he gets back up and grabs Kilroy's hand

can get quite... unruly

*He blushed, and looked over at Roscoe.*

“I’ll make sure to not let this become a programmed behavior. You have my word.”

*The machine lowered his ears and mechanisms inside clattered, trying to understand this.*

he eventually makes it to the kitchen

do you want to watch me cook?

*Roscoe pushed the door open and moved to sit on the floor, wanting to watch the action himself.*

"O-Oh, I'd enjoy that, if I could. S-So long as I don't have to touch the stuff myself, I'm usually ok."

he let's go of Kilroy then quickly gathers ingredients and flicks on the oven

*He seemed relieved and pulled up a chair. As the oven knobs clicked on, he gave a giggle of approval and clapped.*

glad to hear my darling dear

sadly this won't be a long show...

he puts a bit of butter onto a skillet and sets it on the oven once it warms up he grabs some bread, dips it in the batter and then sets it on the skillet

"It smells divine!"

ah lovely, do eat up my darling dear

*He set his cane down and eagerly waltzed with his seat back to James' side at the table. He leaned over the plate and gave a deep inhale of the cinnamon scent.*

thank you my dear

but it's just a simple recipe

eh it's just common knowledge isn't it?

tho I often find it true

that might just be confirmation bias however...

*He waved his fork at him, playfully.*

"I suppose it is true. But sometimes, simple things are hard to accomplish- OH! The coffee."

eh just read a lot my darling dear

do find it to be useful when it comes to targets

for some odd reason people love to get full of themselves then start playing games

start monologuing about this and that and then get surprised when the man who hates talkative people skips the chase and just stabs them

I don't know why this keeps happening and why they always start on philosophy of all things

why not family and friends over the subjective?

he eats some more of the french toast

mean I just don't understand why someone would prefer to talk about "every man is evil and anybody who isn't is just lying" over say their kids

mean they aren't uh moral in the first place, might as well try to appeal to my humanity

*He shrugged.*

"Many people that catch the interest of being killed are too absorbed in their work. A twisted philosophy is what got them there... Or they're just plain stupid, and think they can weasel out of dying, or make you feel guilty about it."

that makes sense, mean feel guilt about killing them either way

except one guy, I really hated that guy

still need to kill vulpesian...

every time I fight the little shit he always manages to kick my ass I don't know how and then proceeds to shove it in my face

at this point his face changes to one of annoyance and frustration

never shuts up and always just gets away

he goes back to picking at his french toast

one time when fighting him it was on a ship and he managed to smack me in the face with his boot after swinging around on a rope like goddamn Jack Sparrow

"G-Gosh. Maybe. Might be better to get him at long range."

*He paused for a second, a green flicker in his eye.*

he sighs and eats another piece of his french toast

the past is in the past and we have a nice breakfast right in front of us

"Y-You're right. I'm sorry, James. It's a wonderful breakfast too. Yesterday and today has been a dream. I'm very glad you have the time to spend it with me."

there's no need to be sorry, I'm the one who brought it up

I'm also very glad we can have such a lovely time together

been far too long since I've been allowed to be so... domestic

"I'm overjoyed that you feel the same to be with me. I'm sorry you haven't been able to have quieter moments til now. I'm more than willing to give you as many as you desire."

I... thank you

I would love that very much

only if you're willing to...

"It would be my honor to, James. I appreciate that, and I assure you I want this so very much. You make me happy James, and I'm happiest when you are safe and cared for. I love you."

you're too much you know that?

so, so, so much

"Oh, maybe I am, now that you mention it! But, I think I'm just enough to marvel at your adorableness."

very few describe me as "adorable"

...

*Among his doting, he did smile at him sincerely.*

of course my darling dear

*He rubbed his thumb on James' hand.*

a-ah...

of course, you must be the kindest man I know

he goes back to holding Kilroy's hand

"Oh, gosh, you flatter me, J-James."

*Perhaps it was his turn to be a blushing mess.*

"I think I look much like a rat, in comparison to you!"

even a gorgeous swan couldn't match up

he looks to relax more now being the one to flatter

and with such inventions of wonder? not even riddler himself could hope to compare

*He readjusted in his seat, sheepish to the praise.*

"Gosh, that is s-some l-level you put me on."

*Roscoe barked. He could agree with the inventing part, being evidence, himself. Kilroy smirked at the dog.*

you mean so very much to me and I hope you get everything you deserve and more

he gives Roscoe more rigorous scratches

sadly words fail me too often to properly tell you just how much I love you

he takes another sip of his coffee now turning to look Kilroy in the eyes

"Oh, James. I certainly know. You show me so much love. What you have said is more than enough testament to that. I love you too. Very much."

he finishes the coffee and rests his head on the back of his hand

oh the finest dear I could ever ask for

wish I could paint you like a French girl~

(@trigger-hound)

*Kilroy is comfortably asleep next to the man. Since they drifted off, he had shuffled a bit in his sleep, leaving his hair ruffled and stuck to his face. As James got close to him again, he smiled and hummed, pulling him close like a stuffed animal to grasp.*

“Mm.”

“I love you too.”

*He yawned, getting more cozy.*

“Oh, James. What a sweet sight to wake up to.”

*He moved his hand to his cheek.*

“Thank you, dear.”

*He blushed, coy about the mess of his hair. James’ motions illuminated Kilroy’s hearing aids, making them glimmer in the faint light of the room. He giggled about James’ sleep quality.*

glad to hear my darling dear

*He chuckled.*

“You know, I’ve never really had breakfast before your cooking. I usually make pasta for all meals.”

I... myself usually just skip breakfast to be honest...

never really cook for myself unless cooking for others as well

“Then, this is good for both of us. You need to take care of yourself too, you know.”

I do enjoy cooking but only doing it at some times keeps it special you know?

“I certainly do.”

*He rested his head on his shoulder to give batted eyelashes. He got more serious at the man’s discussion.*

just eggs, milk, cinnamon and bread

tho also syrup and butter for serving

yeah but it's worth it ain't it?

he continues stretching a bit before walking over to the door of the room

shouldn't be too slow

*He listened to the crackles, hoping it didn’t hurt him to do so. He slung his feet over the bed and screwed in his prosthetic back on. He reached for his cane and stood up slowly, resting on it for support. He smirked and shook his head.*

he opens the door holding it out for Kilroy

*He smiled and gave a curtsey.*

“Why, thank you.”

“T-Thank you.”

*Eventually, Kilroy made it to the bottom and stretched. He turned to James with a big smile. He seemed to get a little more flexibility from the short warmup of his muscles.*

*He came over to him to hold his hand and walk side by side. The second James hit the floor, there was a sound of scrambling and Roscoe came to greet his new favorite person. He flopped down for pets in front of him.*

oh hello Roscoe

he kneels down and starts rubbing Roscoe's belly

you cute little thing

he gets back up and grabs Kilroy's hand

can get quite... unruly

*He blushed, and looked over at Roscoe.*

“I’ll make sure to not let this become a programmed behavior. You have my word.”

*The machine lowered his ears and mechanisms inside clattered, trying to understand this.*

he eventually makes it to the kitchen

do you want to watch me cook?

*Roscoe pushed the door open and moved to sit on the floor, wanting to watch the action himself.*

"O-Oh, I'd enjoy that, if I could. S-So long as I don't have to touch the stuff myself, I'm usually ok."

he let's go of Kilroy then quickly gathers ingredients and flicks on the oven

*He seemed relieved and pulled up a chair. As the oven knobs clicked on, he gave a giggle of approval and clapped.*

glad to hear my darling dear

sadly this won't be a long show...

he puts a bit of butter onto a skillet and sets it on the oven once it warms up he grabs some bread, dips it in the batter and then sets it on the skillet

"It smells divine!"

ah lovely, do eat up my darling dear

*He set his cane down and eagerly waltzed with his seat back to James' side at the table. He leaned over the plate and gave a deep inhale of the cinnamon scent.*

thank you my dear

but it's just a simple recipe

eh it's just common knowledge isn't it?

tho I often find it true

that might just be confirmation bias however...

*He waved his fork at him, playfully.*

"I suppose it is true. But sometimes, simple things are hard to accomplish- OH! The coffee."

eh just read a lot my darling dear

do find it to be useful when it comes to targets

for some odd reason people love to get full of themselves then start playing games

start monologuing about this and that and then get surprised when the man who hates talkative people skips the chase and just stabs them

I don't know why this keeps happening and why they always start on philosophy of all things

why not family and friends over the subjective?

he eats some more of the french toast

mean I just don't understand why someone would prefer to talk about "every man is evil and anybody who isn't is just lying" over say their kids

mean they aren't uh moral in the first place, might as well try to appeal to my humanity

*He shrugged.*

"Many people that catch the interest of being killed are too absorbed in their work. A twisted philosophy is what got them there... Or they're just plain stupid, and think they can weasel out of dying, or make you feel guilty about it."

that makes sense, mean feel guilt about killing them either way

except one guy, I really hated that guy

still need to kill vulpesian...

every time I fight the little shit he always manages to kick my ass I don't know how and then proceeds to shove it in my face

at this point his face changes to one of annoyance and frustration

never shuts up and always just gets away

he goes back to picking at his french toast

one time when fighting him it was on a ship and he managed to smack me in the face with his boot after swinging around on a rope like goddamn Jack Sparrow

"G-Gosh. Maybe. Might be better to get him at long range."

*He paused for a second, a green flicker in his eye.*

he sighs and eats another piece of his french toast

the past is in the past and we have a nice breakfast right in front of us

"Y-You're right. I'm sorry, James. It's a wonderful breakfast too. Yesterday and today has been a dream. I'm very glad you have the time to spend it with me."

there's no need to be sorry, I'm the one who brought it up

I'm also very glad we can have such a lovely time together

been far too long since I've been allowed to be so... domestic

"I'm overjoyed that you feel the same to be with me. I'm sorry you haven't been able to have quieter moments til now. I'm more than willing to give you as many as you desire."

I... thank you

I would love that very much

only if you're willing to...

"It would be my honor to, James. I appreciate that, and I assure you I want this so very much. You make me happy James, and I'm happiest when you are safe and cared for. I love you."

you're too much you know that?

so, so, so much

"Oh, maybe I am, now that you mention it! But, I think I'm just enough to marvel at your adorableness."

very few describe me as "adorable"

...

*Among his doting, he did smile at him sincerely.*

of course my darling dear

*He rubbed his thumb on James' hand.*

a-ah...

of course, you must be the kindest man I know

he goes back to holding Kilroy's hand

"Oh, gosh, you flatter me, J-James."

*Perhaps it was his turn to be a blushing mess.*

"I think I look much like a rat, in comparison to you!"

even a gorgeous swan couldn't match up

he looks to relax more now being the one to flatter

and with such inventions of wonder? not even riddler himself could hope to compare

*He readjusted in his seat, sheepish to the praise.*

"Gosh, that is s-some l-level you put me on."

*Roscoe barked. He could agree with the inventing part, being evidence, himself. Kilroy smirked at the dog.*

you mean so very much to me and I hope you get everything you deserve and more

he gives Roscoe more rigorous scratches

sadly words fail me too often to properly tell you just how much I love you

he takes another sip of his coffee now turning to look Kilroy in the eyes

(@trigger-hound)

*Kilroy is comfortably asleep next to the man. Since they drifted off, he had shuffled a bit in his sleep, leaving his hair ruffled and stuck to his face. As James got close to him again, he smiled and hummed, pulling him close like a stuffed animal to grasp.*

“Mm.”

“I love you too.”

*He yawned, getting more cozy.*

“Oh, James. What a sweet sight to wake up to.”

*He moved his hand to his cheek.*

“Thank you, dear.”

*He blushed, coy about the mess of his hair. James’ motions illuminated Kilroy’s hearing aids, making them glimmer in the faint light of the room. He giggled about James’ sleep quality.*

glad to hear my darling dear

*He chuckled.*

“You know, I’ve never really had breakfast before your cooking. I usually make pasta for all meals.”

I... myself usually just skip breakfast to be honest...

never really cook for myself unless cooking for others as well

“Then, this is good for both of us. You need to take care of yourself too, you know.”

I do enjoy cooking but only doing it at some times keeps it special you know?

“I certainly do.”

*He rested his head on his shoulder to give batted eyelashes. He got more serious at the man’s discussion.*

just eggs, milk, cinnamon and bread

tho also syrup and butter for serving

yeah but it's worth it ain't it?

he continues stretching a bit before walking over to the door of the room

shouldn't be too slow

*He listened to the crackles, hoping it didn’t hurt him to do so. He slung his feet over the bed and screwed in his prosthetic back on. He reached for his cane and stood up slowly, resting on it for support. He smirked and shook his head.*

he opens the door holding it out for Kilroy

*He smiled and gave a curtsey.*

“Why, thank you.”

“T-Thank you.”

*Eventually, Kilroy made it to the bottom and stretched. He turned to James with a big smile. He seemed to get a little more flexibility from the short warmup of his muscles.*

*He came over to him to hold his hand and walk side by side. The second James hit the floor, there was a sound of scrambling and Roscoe came to greet his new favorite person. He flopped down for pets in front of him.*

oh hello Roscoe

he kneels down and starts rubbing Roscoe's belly

you cute little thing

he gets back up and grabs Kilroy's hand

can get quite... unruly

*He blushed, and looked over at Roscoe.*

“I’ll make sure to not let this become a programmed behavior. You have my word.”

*The machine lowered his ears and mechanisms inside clattered, trying to understand this.*

he eventually makes it to the kitchen

do you want to watch me cook?

*Roscoe pushed the door open and moved to sit on the floor, wanting to watch the action himself.*

"O-Oh, I'd enjoy that, if I could. S-So long as I don't have to touch the stuff myself, I'm usually ok."

he let's go of Kilroy then quickly gathers ingredients and flicks on the oven

*He seemed relieved and pulled up a chair. As the oven knobs clicked on, he gave a giggle of approval and clapped.*

glad to hear my darling dear

sadly this won't be a long show...

he puts a bit of butter onto a skillet and sets it on the oven once it warms up he grabs some bread, dips it in the batter and then sets it on the skillet

"It smells divine!"

ah lovely, do eat up my darling dear

*He set his cane down and eagerly waltzed with his seat back to James' side at the table. He leaned over the plate and gave a deep inhale of the cinnamon scent.*

thank you my dear

but it's just a simple recipe

eh it's just common knowledge isn't it?

tho I often find it true

that might just be confirmation bias however...

*He waved his fork at him, playfully.*

"I suppose it is true. But sometimes, simple things are hard to accomplish- OH! The coffee."

eh just read a lot my darling dear

do find it to be useful when it comes to targets

for some odd reason people love to get full of themselves then start playing games

start monologuing about this and that and then get surprised when the man who hates talkative people skips the chase and just stabs them

I don't know why this keeps happening and why they always start on philosophy of all things

why not family and friends over the subjective?

he eats some more of the french toast

mean I just don't understand why someone would prefer to talk about "every man is evil and anybody who isn't is just lying" over say their kids

mean they aren't uh moral in the first place, might as well try to appeal to my humanity

*He shrugged.*

"Many people that catch the interest of being killed are too absorbed in their work. A twisted philosophy is what got them there... Or they're just plain stupid, and think they can weasel out of dying, or make you feel guilty about it."

that makes sense, mean feel guilt about killing them either way

except one guy, I really hated that guy

still need to kill vulpesian...

every time I fight the little shit he always manages to kick my ass I don't know how and then proceeds to shove it in my face

at this point his face changes to one of annoyance and frustration

never shuts up and always just gets away

he goes back to picking at his french toast

one time when fighting him it was on a ship and he managed to smack me in the face with his boot after swinging around on a rope like goddamn Jack Sparrow

"G-Gosh. Maybe. Might be better to get him at long range."

*He paused for a second, a green flicker in his eye.*

he sighs and eats another piece of his french toast

the past is in the past and we have a nice breakfast right in front of us

"Y-You're right. I'm sorry, James. It's a wonderful breakfast too. Yesterday and today has been a dream. I'm very glad you have the time to spend it with me."

there's no need to be sorry, I'm the one who brought it up

I'm also very glad we can have such a lovely time together

been far too long since I've been allowed to be so... domestic

"I'm overjoyed that you feel the same to be with me. I'm sorry you haven't been able to have quieter moments til now. I'm more than willing to give you as many as you desire."

I... thank you

I would love that very much

only if you're willing to...

"It would be my honor to, James. I appreciate that, and I assure you I want this so very much. You make me happy James, and I'm happiest when you are safe and cared for. I love you."

you're too much you know that?

so, so, so much

"Oh, maybe I am, now that you mention it! But, I think I'm just enough to marvel at your adorableness."

very few describe me as "adorable"

...

*Among his doting, he did smile at him sincerely.*

of course my darling dear

*He rubbed his thumb on James' hand.*

a-ah...

of course, you must be the kindest man I know

he goes back to holding Kilroy's hand

"Oh, gosh, you flatter me, J-James."

*Perhaps it was his turn to be a blushing mess.*

"I think I look much like a rat, in comparison to you!"

even a gorgeous swan couldn't match up

he looks to relax more now being the one to flatter

and with such inventions of wonder? not even riddler himself could hope to compare

(@trigger-hound)

*Kilroy is comfortably asleep next to the man. Since they drifted off, he had shuffled a bit in his sleep, leaving his hair ruffled and stuck to his face. As James got close to him again, he smiled and hummed, pulling him close like a stuffed animal to grasp.*

“Mm.”

“I love you too.”

*He yawned, getting more cozy.*

“Oh, James. What a sweet sight to wake up to.”

*He moved his hand to his cheek.*

“Thank you, dear.”

*He blushed, coy about the mess of his hair. James’ motions illuminated Kilroy’s hearing aids, making them glimmer in the faint light of the room. He giggled about James’ sleep quality.*

glad to hear my darling dear

*He chuckled.*

“You know, I’ve never really had breakfast before your cooking. I usually make pasta for all meals.”

I... myself usually just skip breakfast to be honest...

never really cook for myself unless cooking for others as well

“Then, this is good for both of us. You need to take care of yourself too, you know.”

I do enjoy cooking but only doing it at some times keeps it special you know?

“I certainly do.”

*He rested his head on his shoulder to give batted eyelashes. He got more serious at the man’s discussion.*

just eggs, milk, cinnamon and bread

tho also syrup and butter for serving

yeah but it's worth it ain't it?

he continues stretching a bit before walking over to the door of the room

shouldn't be too slow

*He listened to the crackles, hoping it didn’t hurt him to do so. He slung his feet over the bed and screwed in his prosthetic back on. He reached for his cane and stood up slowly, resting on it for support. He smirked and shook his head.*

he opens the door holding it out for Kilroy

*He smiled and gave a curtsey.*

“Why, thank you.”

“T-Thank you.”

*Eventually, Kilroy made it to the bottom and stretched. He turned to James with a big smile. He seemed to get a little more flexibility from the short warmup of his muscles.*

*He came over to him to hold his hand and walk side by side. The second James hit the floor, there was a sound of scrambling and Roscoe came to greet his new favorite person. He flopped down for pets in front of him.*

oh hello Roscoe

he kneels down and starts rubbing Roscoe's belly

you cute little thing

he gets back up and grabs Kilroy's hand

can get quite... unruly

*He blushed, and looked over at Roscoe.*

“I’ll make sure to not let this become a programmed behavior. You have my word.”

*The machine lowered his ears and mechanisms inside clattered, trying to understand this.*

he eventually makes it to the kitchen

do you want to watch me cook?

*Roscoe pushed the door open and moved to sit on the floor, wanting to watch the action himself.*

"O-Oh, I'd enjoy that, if I could. S-So long as I don't have to touch the stuff myself, I'm usually ok."

he let's go of Kilroy then quickly gathers ingredients and flicks on the oven

*He seemed relieved and pulled up a chair. As the oven knobs clicked on, he gave a giggle of approval and clapped.*

glad to hear my darling dear

sadly this won't be a long show...

he puts a bit of butter onto a skillet and sets it on the oven once it warms up he grabs some bread, dips it in the batter and then sets it on the skillet

"It smells divine!"

ah lovely, do eat up my darling dear

*He set his cane down and eagerly waltzed with his seat back to James' side at the table. He leaned over the plate and gave a deep inhale of the cinnamon scent.*

thank you my dear

but it's just a simple recipe

eh it's just common knowledge isn't it?

tho I often find it true

that might just be confirmation bias however...

*He waved his fork at him, playfully.*

"I suppose it is true. But sometimes, simple things are hard to accomplish- OH! The coffee."

eh just read a lot my darling dear

do find it to be useful when it comes to targets

for some odd reason people love to get full of themselves then start playing games

start monologuing about this and that and then get surprised when the man who hates talkative people skips the chase and just stabs them

I don't know why this keeps happening and why they always start on philosophy of all things

why not family and friends over the subjective?

he eats some more of the french toast

mean I just don't understand why someone would prefer to talk about "every man is evil and anybody who isn't is just lying" over say their kids

mean they aren't uh moral in the first place, might as well try to appeal to my humanity

*He shrugged.*

"Many people that catch the interest of being killed are too absorbed in their work. A twisted philosophy is what got them there... Or they're just plain stupid, and think they can weasel out of dying, or make you feel guilty about it."

that makes sense, mean feel guilt about killing them either way

except one guy, I really hated that guy

still need to kill vulpesian...

every time I fight the little shit he always manages to kick my ass I don't know how and then proceeds to shove it in my face

at this point his face changes to one of annoyance and frustration

never shuts up and always just gets away

he goes back to picking at his french toast

one time when fighting him it was on a ship and he managed to smack me in the face with his boot after swinging around on a rope like goddamn Jack Sparrow

"G-Gosh. Maybe. Might be better to get him at long range."

*He paused for a second, a green flicker in his eye.*

he sighs and eats another piece of his french toast

the past is in the past and we have a nice breakfast right in front of us

"Y-You're right. I'm sorry, James. It's a wonderful breakfast too. Yesterday and today has been a dream. I'm very glad you have the time to spend it with me."

there's no need to be sorry, I'm the one who brought it up

I'm also very glad we can have such a lovely time together

been far too long since I've been allowed to be so... domestic

"I'm overjoyed that you feel the same to be with me. I'm sorry you haven't been able to have quieter moments til now. I'm more than willing to give you as many as you desire."

I... thank you

I would love that very much

only if you're willing to...

"It would be my honor to, James. I appreciate that, and I assure you I want this so very much. You make me happy James, and I'm happiest when you are safe and cared for. I love you."

you're too much you know that?

so, so, so much

"Oh, maybe I am, now that you mention it! But, I think I'm just enough to marvel at your adorableness."

very few describe me as "adorable"

...

*Among his doting, he did smile at him sincerely.*

of course my darling dear