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The Click leans against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, watching the smoke alarm blink its red eye in sullen defeat. The scent of charred garlic bread hangs thick in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of overheated olive oil.
"Topiccy Wopiccy," he singsongs, nudging a stray noodle off the counter with his elbow. "What's for dinner?"
His grin is all teeth, the kind that makes One Topic want to simultaneously swat him with a dish towel and kiss his stupid face. OT stares at the blackened remains in the skillet—what might've been stir-fry in another universe. The regret is visceral, crawling up his throat like the smoke still curling from the pan.
"It was supposed to be... edible," he mutters, prodding a carbonized mushroom with a fork.
The Click's laughter bubbles over, bright and uncontained, an overflow of delight that fills the cramped kitchen. "You're lucky I love you enough to eat cereal for the third time this week," The Click sighs, already reaching for the Lucky Charms.
OT catches his wrist, flour-dusted fingers pressing into pulse points. "Wait—" he starts, then stops. The Click watches him, patient, as OT's face does something complicated. "...I'll order Thai."
The Click beams. "Extra peanuts."
"Extra peanuts," OT agrees, and the burned pan is forgotten between them, at least until the fire alarm goes off again.