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kissmeluca:

his eyebrows furrowed, “no–i genuinely mean it.” the brunette nodded, “the only thing though is that you’ll have to leave your door opened slightly because pepper likes to explore the place at night.” leaning back in his chair, he wiped his face with the napkin before tossing it on his empty plate. “i mean if that makes you uncomfortable, i can always lock her in my room with me.”

“NO, THAT’LL be fine, I mean, Pepper, she’s an adorable little kitten. How could I make her stay all night in one room? That would just be cruel of me,” he says, grinning widely. Glancing down at his plate, then around the nice room, he looks at Luca, “Th--Thanks, by the way, for this. It’s real nice of you, to give me food and stuff, and a nice bed to sleep in.”

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kissmeluca:

smiling at how the boy reacted to his compliment, he set his glass down and finished his food. “so, if you want i have a guest room you can stay in or if you’d feel more comfortable staying back at the mansion, that’s fine too.”

“GUEST ROOM. In the mansion, or whatever, it’s super creepy. Like, anyone can just walk in at any time, I don’t really like that,” he says, scrunching up his nose. For a moment, he thought that it would be easy for Luca to do the same, but he had been so paitent, and polite through this, he couldn’t imagine the other doing anything like that. “I mean, as long as it’s a genuine offer, and you’re not doing it to just, like, be proper and polite or something.”

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kissmeluca:

he smiled behind his glass when he noticed how small the t-shirt was on him. “i should probably give you a bigger shirt, i hadn’t realzied your muscles were so large.”

ANDERSON BLUSHED when Luca pointed out how large his muscles were, “Oh, yeah, uh, that’d probably be good,” he says, staring down at his plate, away from the other. He had been complimented before, many times in fact, but it never failed to make him blush. 

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dr-cole:

“I’ve never been a sore loser” 

“I MEAN, if you really want to, we can. What will I get when I win?”

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kissmeluca:

he nods, smiling to himself mostly as he looks down at his plate. “i can always cook you more if you’re still hungry.” luca told him. “so, anderson, how was your shower? do you feel better now that you’re clean and fresh?” he asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“I’LL PROBABLY be fine after this, I don’t normally eat a whole lot,” he says with a small shrug. The corners of his mouth tug down slightly, “Well, I feel clean, which isn’t bad.”

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kissmeluca:

he narrowed his eyes, “hey, i watch those shows too, but the cooking channel explains the recipes and stuff.” he huffed, taking a bite of his food. “how’s the chicken, it’s a new recipe, does it taste alright?”

“I’M JUST teasing, obviously watching it paid off,” he says, giggling some more as Luca huffed. Anderson nods, taking another bite, “Oh, it’s awesome, super duper good. I’m just trying not to inhale it, honestly, don’t want to go to because the taste is just that awesome.”

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kissmeluca:

settling into his own spot, he places the napkin down over his lap before taking a sip from his glass of water. “mm, i watch the cooking channel to be completely honest with you. although–i am a decent chef without recipes. but i like to change it up once in a while.” luca said proudly.

“THE COOKING channel?” He repeats, unable to help the giggle that bubbled up in him, “Are you a suburban mom? Because, I haven’t met anybody else who watches the cooking channel. At least, who watches for stuff other than, like, Cake Bosses, and Chopped and stuff.” Anderson was enjoying his teasing, but he loved the food even more. Maybe because it was that he hadn’t eaten in a while, but it delicious, far more so than most things he had eaten.

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“I’M NOT really sure what I would want, but,” he says, glancing over the master one more time, “As long as you promise not to roofie my food or some creepy stuff like that, I’ll eat whatever you make.”

“O-Oh I didn’t mean to offend you, I just call everybody that,” he said quietly, offering him a shakey smile, “Anything, absolutely anything, I’m a professional chef so I um… I can make pretty much whatever you suggest,”

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kissmeluca:

luca shrugged, watching the boy enter the dinning room. “I wouldn’t call it that.” moving he pulled the chair out for anderson before moving to sit in his own chair across from him. “i just wanted to make it look nice.”

“RIGHT, WHATEVER you say, dude,” he says, with a teasing tone. Setting down Pepper, he raises an eyebrow as Luca pulls out his chair for him, but he sits none the less. Anderson runs a hand through his short hair for a moment, glancing down at the plate. It looked like good, real food. No one in his family was much of a cook, so he was happy that, for once, he could eat something real. “Are you like a chef or something? Or, did you, like, learn how to make this delicious looking stuf through the internet?”

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garrett--coleson:

The other person didn’t seem too scary, and so Garrett decided it was better to just calm down a little. He seemed genuine enough and that was what he chose to focus on. “It’s okay. I’m just easily startled. I’m Garrett. It’s nice to meet you as well.”

“THAT’S UNDERSTANDABLE, I used to be too,” he says, rocking a bit awkwardly on his heels. “Yeah, pleasure is all mine. Sorry we had to meet here, though. Are you okay?”

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“ARM WRESTLE? I’ll have you know, I’m super strong. I wouldn’t want to embarass you or anything, dude.”

“Want to play? Arm wrestling is one of the easiest forms of entertainment” 

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yesmissmikayla:

Mikayla had been going to try and find Oli, having received a clothing set she wanted him to try on. She couldn’t have him looking plain exactly… But instead she heard someone else talk among the slave rooms. Knocking on the door before she pushed the door further up, she smiled gently to him. “Is there something wrong dear? I just heard you talk and well… There’s no one around listening”

“NO I was just kinda venting my frustrations, I know that no one was listening,” he says with a bit of an embarrassed blush. Anderson hadn’t really thought about how it would seem, with him speaking to an empty room.

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kissmeluca:

when anderson went to shower, luca took the opportunity to go and prepare a meal for the other. he was probably hungry and the food that the mansion provided was probably horrible. so cooking a homemade meal was something he wanted to surprise the boy with. moving to the kitchen, he leaned down and scratched behind pepper’s ear before entering the kitchen where he started preparing some chicken and rice for the pair to eat. he whistled away while he worked at cooking, smiling at his kitten as she jumped up on the bar stool in front of him, watching him cook. “think he’ll like it?” he asked the black cat, causing her to meow at him and he laughed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of the kittens head. 

hearing the water stop, the blue-eyed boy knew anderson would be finishing up and coming out shortly, so he quickly plated the food before presenting it on the dinning room table, nicely with two single candles burning. trying not to make it too romantic, because that wasn’t what he was trying for. he just wanted it to be nice for the boy. “i’m in the dinning room!” he shouted back in response, watching pepper take off running down the hall towards the other. “pepper will show you.”

ANDERSON LAUGHED at the sight of the kitten, the black cat rubbing her head against his ankles affectionaely. He bends down, scatching it onto top of it’s head. It reminded him of his own cats back home, and it made him homesick, but, ultimately, Pepper made him relaxed. The paranoid side of him thought that maybe Luca was just trying to get him to trust him, but he brushed off that thought. After all, they didn’t even know each other, so why would he try that hard. Picking up the kitten, he walks from the room, heading down the hall to what he could only assume was the dining room. At the sight of the candles, and the meal laid out on the table, he raises an eyebrow, a nervous laugh escaping. “I didn’t take you for a romantic.”

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ANDERSON SCOOTED back on his bed as the other stepped forward, clenching his jaw. “I’m--I’m not your sweetheart,” he says, as he considers the other’s offer. It did sound nice, but how could be for sure that it was genuine? “Anything?”

“I’m so sorry sweetheart…. that… that’s really painfull, I would never wish that on anyone,” Salem said quietly, taking a step closer, “I know it isn’t much but … would you like to come by my cabin and have some food? I’ll make anything you’d like,”

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kissmeluca:

leading anderson to the guest room, he pointed towards the bathroom before heading to the dresser where he had a bunch of spare clothing of all different sizes. eyeing the boy for a brief moment to guess his size, he pulled out a pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt for the boy. “there are towels in the bathroom and here–” he hands the boy the folded outfit. 

HIS EYES wander a bit as they head toward the guest room, but he kept close behind, leaning against the wall as Luca gathered an outfit for him. It was odd, that Luca seemed to actually care. About getting him a shower, or getting his clothes, or just having him relaxed. It certainly couldn’t be normal. They had just met each other, and Anderson couldn’t really say he had been very kind to him. So what was his angle? “Oh, thanks,” he says, taking the clothes from as he’s pulled from his train of thought. 

AWKWARDLY STEPPING into the bathroom, he strips off his dirty clothes once he closes the door behind him, turning on the shower. Anderson steps underneath the hot water, groaning slightly as he feels it wash away the dirt that had piled up. It made him tense muscles loose as he massaged soap into his skin, and shampoo into his hair. He was actually glad that he hadn’t turned down the other’s offer. He took a while in the shower, contemplating what he would do from there. He was still scared, though maybe less now that he was away from everyone else, only with one person. He knew he couldn’t run away, since either Luca or the guards would catch him, so he decided he would just have to play nice for now. Thankfully, he was pretty good at that.

STEPPING OUT of the shower, he dries off and pulls on the shirt and shorts, finding that the shirt was just a bit small, hugging his muscles. Simply shrugging, he walks out of the bathroom, scanning for the other. “Luca?” he calls, unsure of what else was in the cabin and whether he should try and find him on his own.

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kissmeluca:

luca’s lips formed into a smile as he watched the boy interact with his kitten. feeling a little better now that he seemed to have relaxed momentarily. “it’s okay–kittens are fantastic.” he chuckled. stepping inside of the cabin, he closed the door behind them before setting pepper down. “if you’d follow me, i can take you to the guest bathroom where there is a shower and change of clothes for you. 

WHAT A nice smile, he thought for a moment, before looking away from Luca. Anderson didn’t want to let his guard down just yet. After all, wouldn’t it be the moment that he let his guard down, that everything would go to hell? No, he would be prepared, not wanting to be blindsided when something went bad. He nods, following Luca down the hall. “Thanks, I can really use a shower. And a fresh set of clothes,” he says, the polite thanks falling from his lips easily. Maybe it didn’t sound very genuine, but it was something. 

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kissmeluca:

once he got a nod from the boy, he silently sighed, he hated the fact that anderson was scared or felt uneasy, that’s definitely not what luca wanted. he wanted the boy to feel safe around him, but the blue-eyed boy knew that he was going to have to earn the trust between the two. pushing his key into the door, an uneasy creaking noise coming from the rusted hinges before he reached inside and flicked on a light. greeted by a black cat named pepper. “oh–i forgot, are you okay with cats?” he asked, crouching down and lifting his kitten up. 

OH GREAT, a creaking door. As if this didn’t feel like a horror movie already. Anderson looks over Luca’s shoulder, surprised that his cabin didn’t look like some sort of dungeon. It made him feel a bit more relaxed, actually, that it was just a regular ol’ cabin. Maybe a bit fancier than any cabin he had been in before, but he didn’t mind that. At the sight of the kitten, his face lights up, the boy momentarily forgetting where he was as his hands reach out to scatch it’s head. “Oh no, I love cats. Kittens especially, they’re just so small, and fluffy, and adorable,” he says, the smile sticking to his face until he looks up, making eye contact with Luca. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry, I just...Animals are cool.”