You Make Me Sick... With Love. ((Dobster/Damian))

[praiseofblood]

"A man after my own heart." Damien sighed.

[ode]

Dobster sighed. "Do you have an A.I. or should I hail a transport?"

[praiseofblood]

Damien shook his head. "I live nearby," he said. He and Kieran really didn't like transports.

[ode]

"Well lead the way. My stomach has decided your it's new buddy and as such, it is your job to feed me."

[praiseofblood]

Damien allowed a small chuckle before he led the male to his and Kieran's apartment. His brother still wasn't home, and so Damien opened the door, turning on a few lights to reveal the sizable, clean, flat.

[ode]

"I see you have a roommate," he commented when he entered to see stuffed animals strewn here and there. "At least I hope youhave a roommate."

[praiseofblood]

"My twin brother." Damien said, as he headed to the kitchen. "He must have been in here playing again."

[ode]

"You have a twin?" Dobster raised a brow. "Is he identical?" he asked, following along.

[praiseofblood]

"Yeah, he is." Damien nodded. "But we're way different."

[ode]

"As in you know how to cook and he doesn't?" he said, reminding him that they were, in fact, in a kitchen.

[praiseofblood]

"As in, if you talked to him too long, you'd turn a pink marshmallow. Kieran's different. And he can't cook either." Damien said as he started pulling out some meats and vegetables. "Stir fry okay?" he asked.

[ode]

"A pink marshmallow..." Dobster mused. "Yeah, it great. Do you have any wine?"

[praiseofblood]

Damien nodded. "When you meet him, you'll see." he said, pouring the male a glass of wine.

[ode]

Dobster tapped his foot anxiously. "You don't talk much, do you?"

[praiseofblood]

Damien blinked. He didn't understand. "What do you mean?"