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Caesar walked back towards the house, holding a large paper bag full of groceries he had just bought in his hand. He walked up the steps leading up to their house in New York, clicking open the unlocked door with one hand. He stepped into the house, wiping his shoes off on the door mat before toeing out of them.
He put the grocery bag down onto the small table in the foyer, slipping his arms out of his coat and hanging it on the coat rack. He heard a clanging noise coming from the kitchen, Jojo was defiantly home. Caesar smiled as he heard footsteps coming closer.
“Caesar, you’re home!” Joseph beamed. He gave him a big smooch on the cheek as he snaked his arms around his waist. As cheesy as it could be, Caesar adored whenever Joseph greeted him like this, not that he’d ever admit it to him. “It’s lovely to see you too, darling” he responded, kissing him on the forehead.
It was then that Caesar noticed a bad smell that surprisingly wasn’t coming from Joseph. There was a smell of char and burnt food wafting through the air that made Caesar scrunch up his noise in disgust.
“So, I was thinking Caesar, why don’t you and I go on a lovely romantic dinner date out on the town? We’ve both been working so hard, I think we deserve it!” he cooed. Caesar furrowed his brow and frowned.
“Jojo, what did you burn?” He deadpanned. “Pffh, nothing!” he answered. Caesar continued to stare at him with a disapproving look as Joseph squirmed on the spot.
“I may or may not have been cooking some ham for us and it didn’t exactly go as planned...” he sighed.
“How didn’t it-” Caesar began but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something wafting through the air.
“Is that smoke?!” he yelled, pointing at the black plume billowing out from the kitchen.
The duo dashed into the kitchen, quickly noticing the dark smoke coming from the oven door despite the fact it was closed. From the dim lit inside the oven, Caesar could vaguely make out a roasting pan.
“I’ll grab it, you open the window!” Joseph instructed, snatching up a pair of oven gloves. Caesar cracked open the window just in time as Jojo opened the door to the oven, a huge cloud of black smoke hitting him in the face as he spluttered and coughed.
He grabbed the burnt ham, being careful to place the boiling hot roasting pan onto a towel as to not burn a whole in the table. Caesar wafted the smoke out of the window using his scarf, shutting the window once the room was clear.
He walked over to his boyfriend looking at the dish in front of them, if they could even call it a dish. “You’re not a very good cook, are you Jojo?” Caesar asked. “Nope” he sighed.
They stared down at the ham in front of them that had been burnt to a complete crisp. “...so, what about that dinner date?” Joseph asked. Caesar looked up at him. “I’ll go get dressed” he said, heading upstairs. “Perfect! I’ll join you upstairs in a sec, babe!” he beamed, picking up the ham and tossing it into the trash.