Room 322, Monday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders was, of course, doing something highly important in his room after class. Something with charts and graphs and all kinds of spectacular magic.

... or he was lying on his bed, idly singing at his cat and half-watching a cooking show. (Dante had sold him on Food Truck wars, and now the taco truck was in the finale. It was of course vital Anders found out who won.)

Probably the latter thing, really. He wasn't much for highly important magic these days.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]

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[not_every_mage]

"That's me," Anders laughed. "I'm all about the pussy."

But, because he was nice -- and because he wanted a drink anyhow -- he slid off the bed and snagged two beers out of the mini-fridge. "Here," he said, offering one to Dante. "See, I didn't even make you say please."

Lachlan took advantage of the confusion to paw hopefully at Dante's arm.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante stretched an arm out and snagged the beer, momentarily losing track of where he was holding the pastry (and how close it was to the pussy in question). "See, Anders, you have a problem with your mind living in the gutter," he said very seriously. "But fine, grab what you want, bag's on my bed."

[not_every_mage]

"I live with you," Anders said easily, reaching over to the bag and claiming some kind of muffin. "Your dirty mind's contagious, I swear."

Liiiiiies.

(The only pussy in the room was licking at Dante's fingers to claim crumbs -- or trying to, anyhow)

[rebelseekspizza]

"Aren't cats supposed to eat meat?" said Dante absently, who turned his hand around to give Lachlan a good scritch under the chin. "--And yeah, sure. You were a fucking blushing virgin before I moved in here."

He definitely sounded like he completely and utterly did not believe that.

[not_every_mage]

"You could at least sound like you believed it was possible," Anders said easily. "-- and I think so, but damned if he knows that."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Okay, fine," Dante said, making an over-the-top show of assuming a straight face while his hand slid up over Lachlan's head and onto the cat's back. "Before I came here, you were a choir boy," he said, "Who never thought about anybody naked in his life, couldn't even dream a joke that woulda made a priest blush, and definitely never jerked off. 'Cause that makes the angels cry."

He tilted his head at Anders. "Better?"

[not_every_mage]

"Much," Anders said, grinning. "Except now you're just being silly. Spirits don't care whether I touch myself."

He knew, dimly, that angels weren't exactly spirits, in the same way as Jesus wasn't Andraste. It just didn't seem to matter.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Spoken like a guy who has never met a real nun in his life." Dante abandoned Lachlan so he could take a quick bite of his pastry. "Some people believe that."

[not_every_mage]

"Some people are strange," Anders said, around the chunk of muffin in his mouth. "... and probably bored a lot."

[rebelseekspizza]

"More like some people are fucked up and don't know how to have fun," Dante opined. He polished off his pastry, using his newly freed hand to lift up Lachlan and put the cat down on his chest. "You getting back in here? Cat's getting cold, tacos are getting made..."

[not_every_mage]

"How can I say no?" Anders joked, and sprawled next to Dante.

A moment later, and it felt natural to rest his head against Dante's chest, barely staying clear of the cat. He just hoped Dante wouldn't laugh at the snuggling.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante... said nothing, besides giving Anders' shoulder a pat. He still felt comfortable, and Anders was nice and warm. "Other team's going with strawberry sundaes," he mused instead, watching the screen. "I might have to jump ship here."

[not_every_mage]

"But chocolate," Anders argued, still in favor of the Mexican food truck. "And those fried churro things. I would pass on strawberries for that."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I don't know you," Dante decided (while toying idly with Anders' hair, of course). "Sundae's sugar on sugar on sugar on strawberries. Churros are like a weirdly-shaped sandwich."

[not_every_mage]

"You're insane," Anders said sweetly, twisting his neck a bit to encourage Dante to keep playing with his hair. "Sundaes are fine, but churros are nice and crispy."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Somebody dropped you on your head as a kid, right?" Dante asked, sliding his thumb over the nape of Anders' neck for a second. "Crispy pizza, great. Crispy bacon, awesome. But who wants 'crispy' in a fucking desert?"

[not_every_mage]

"If anybody was dropped on their head, it was you," Anders said, after a pleased little sigh at the pressure on his neck. "Crispy cookies are the best type. Or pie crust. Or the brownies from the edge of the pan."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Scratch that. You gotta be hitting yourself on the head with that staff on the regular," Dante said, mouth curving a bit at that little sigh. His fingers kept moving gently, trailing over the skin of Anders' neck before passing back into his hair. "It's the gooey bits that are the good parts. Like... one of those big raspberry cheesecake cookies that's still warm inside."

Damn it. His JGoB bag was too far away.

[not_every_mage]

"You should quit drinking," Anders bickered amiably, fingers trailing over Dante's stomach. "It's messing with your perceptions. Those cheesecake cookies are only good because the crispy and the gooey mix."

A pause. "Churros dipped in a strawberry sundae would be good."

[rebelseekspizza]

'You should quit drinking' was a great way to remind Dante that he still had an open beer bottle in the hand he wasn't currently touching Anders with. So he brought it to his mouth and took a big gulp before answering.

"That does sound good," he mused. "And here I was just thinking we should find one of those restaurants that does those giant skillet cookies sometime. Bet it'd be fun to split that."

[not_every_mage]

"It would," Anders said absently, distracted by the business of finding and drinking from his own beer. "Do you know anyplace that has them? I've only seen pictures."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I dunno," Dante said. His hand slid out of Anders' hair, groping around for his phone instead. He held it up and ran a quick search.

"...Here," he said, holding the phone up for Anders a moment later.

[not_every_mage]

"Sweet Andraste's ass," Anders cursed. The muffin in his hand suddenly seemed entirely unsatisfactory. "Why isn't that in my mouth right now?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"'Cause then we'd have to move," Dante mused. Thoughtfully. "We should hit the town again sometime. No offense to JGoB, but shitting hell."

[not_every_mage]

"No, moving would be bad," Anders agreed, stretching against Dante a little. "But we definitely need to go for dessert soon."

It wasn't a date. You didn't date your roommate.