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007n7, a powerful and feared exploiter—having hacked and broken many parts of Robloxia—the cause of so much discord, and yet, despite the titles he’d gained, here he was. Cooking fucking soup. All because his ever bothersome roommate, and partner-in-crime, had so nicely asked—well, begged—for it. That thought led him to the conclusion it must seem horribly domestic, and thus, embarrassing, so he must never let anyone find out.
He rubbed the corners of his eyes, shortly pushing up his pink glasses before instead moving that hand to run through his hair as he sighed.
Grabbing the ladle out of the drawer he’d opened with his tail just a moment ago—nails shortly digging into the wooden handle—he huffed, stirring the brewing soup ensuring it wouldn’t burn.
“How’s the cooking going, my favorite roomie?” Noli’s voice rang out as he entered the kitchen, basically radiating energy, Seven sighed at the sight, “Remind me of why I'm doing this again?” He asked, rhetorically. Noli blinked slowly before grinning, their expression warned the exploiter that something stupid was about to come out of his mouth. “Becauuuse…You love me?” They responded cheekily, 7n7 laughed dryly, unamused.
If you had asked him what he expected the least in this moment, he’d answer touch, especially at his abdomen since—oh. Noli’s arms were around his waist. huh. funny how that works. “You’d make a pretty good househusband, I thought you couldn’t cook at first, y’know?” His roommate said casually, as if Seven isn’t bluescreening right now.
“Actually, I thought—Oh?”
The exploiter wants nothing more than to simply “;tp me 11808” considering both he and the other had noticed the tail wrapped around Noli’s ankle, and he knew the other also saw, if the head pressed into his shoulder VERY OBVIOUSLY looking down was anything to go off of.
“Hah, as if I would ever be a househusband, of all things.” He tried to play the incriminating action off, as if the other’s breath against his neck and the way he could feel their fingertips lightly press into his sides wasn’t making him lightheaded.
His statement was, however, ignored, “I don’t remember you being so..clingy? Yea, that’s the word.” Despite the seemingly innocent sentence, Seven could practically hear the shit-eating grin that Noli must've had.
“I’m not, mind you.” He gritted his teeth. “It’s the c00lgui’s fault.” He was pretty sure lying would only make him seem more guilty, but he didn’t really care, he knew his emotions. He isn’t clingy. At all.