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“Speaking of which, what have you done for the past eighty years for halloween?” Lorcan set his plate down, his stomach content now. He took a drink from his glass of lemonade before clearing his throat. “You’ve had plenty of time, so what do you do? There has to have…

“You drunk out there is probably dangerous for not only you but the living. Shame on you for endangering the living public. And you meeting people? I highly doubt it, Elias.” Lorcan smiled, leaning in and pecking him on the cheek. “You got kicked out of a bar for discussing books? What on earth were you doing?” He grabbed a cupcake and began eating the frosting off first, which was a particular habit of his. “I don’t know what I’ll do yet. I just know I’ll do something that won’t waste the little time that I have. Maybe I’ll just go to a fair — there’s bound to be one, it’s Halloween — and ride the ferris wheel. Just sit up there and look down at the city. I think it’d be nice.”

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“And why would scissors ruin a salad?” He paused, his eyes widening as he laughed. “You cut yourself! And got blood on the salad greens! You aren’t terrible at making salads, just keeping your hands out of the way!” He served himself another sandwich and began eating it….

“Speaking of which, what have you done for the past eighty years for halloween?” Lorcan set his plate down, his stomach content now. He took a drink from his glass of lemonade before clearing his throat. “You’ve had plenty of time, so what do you do? There has to have been something interesting you’ve done out there. I plan on doing something a bit out there. I only have one day out of the year where I have my real freedom. I don’t want to waste that.”

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“How the hell do you ruin soup?” Lorcan asked, his mouth full of food. “And salad? You ruined a salad? My lord, Elias, you are a terrible cook then. What’d you do? Drown the greens in too much dressing? Add hot chile peppers? Cake I can understand; but salad?” He…

“And why would scissors ruin a salad?” He paused, his eyes widening as he laughed. “You cut yourself! And got blood on the salad greens! You aren’t terrible at making salads, just keeping your hands out of the way!” He served himself another sandwich and began eating it. “You turned the soup into a solid block? I don’t know how you could have done that. You’re good at making sandwiches.” He smiled, pointing at the food. “And preparing picnics.”

“Well, I read more of that book, and then hung out in the basement for a while.” he picked up his glass and played with the straw. “I found an old toy and thought if I could fix it I would give it to Beau. He only has a ball, and that has to be boring after a while. There’s a bunch of old things I was thinking about trying to revamp and put to good usage.”

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“I’m sure it couldn’t have been too bad, Elias. You’re just too self-conscious about everything!” Lorcan sat next to Elias, licking his lips when his stomach grumbled greedily. “What makes me king now, you quirky old quack?”

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“How the hell do you ruin soup?” Lorcan asked, his mouth full of food. “And salad? You ruined a salad? My lord, Elias, you are a terrible cook then. What’d you do? Drown the greens in too much dressing? Add hot chile peppers? Cake I can understand; but salad?” He swallowed his bite of sandwich, not caring if he was talking with his mouth full. “Then shall be taught the wonders of the culinary arts y the most fantastic teacher. None other than myself.” He grinned with an impish pride before taking a bite again.

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The past few weeks with Elias had been pleasant for Lorcan, but at the very best, they were mediocre. Of course he wouldn’t tell him this. One doesn’t tell everything you know or feel. So he…

“I’m sure it couldn’t have been too bad, Elias. You’re just too self-conscious about everything!” Lorcan sat next to Elias, licking his lips when his stomach grumbled greedily. “What makes me king now, you quirky old quack?”

Lorcan reached out and took a plate, putting a little bit of everything onto his plate. “That’d be swell. Maybe I should help you with that. I’m actually—” He coughed, covering his mouth while he spoke. “An okay cook. I could have helped you with this. You did great.”

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The past few weeks with Elias had been pleasant for Lorcan, but at the very best, they were mediocre. Of course he wouldn’t tell him this. One doesn’t tell everything you know or feel. So he remained silent on this topic and tried to enjoy the time. He was pleased that Elias was trying, pushing himself to be more open and sociable. I guess he can’t help it. — Oh yes he could, you know he could. — What’s that supposed to mean, Conrad? — We both know very well that he had eighty years to become more sociable without having to worry about his dreadful parents. — But he did worry. — Oh pshh, he had no need to worry. He killed her, and he knew his dad would never come back. — Leave off, okay? — Oh? — Yes oh.Now either be nice or I’ll sing ring around the rosey. — Impudent fool. — Be nice. Lorcan was rather surprised when he discovered the note from Elias tucked between the pages of a book he had been reading, lent to him by Elias.

Stay out of the house? Lorcan grinned, amused by the idea of Elias preparing something for them. He folded the note and placed it in his pocket, taking the book with him out to the tree. He read for several hours, but soon found himself bored. I don’t suppose it will have anything to do with the basement. I would think it’s safe there from Elias and his little scheming. Lorcan picked of his book and immediately went to the basement.

Lorcan stayed in the basement until a few minutes before seven. He put down the old broken child’s toy he had been fiddling with and attempting to repair and made his way of the stairs. He went up to the top floor and pulled the ladder down to the attic. Bracing himself for whatever catastrophe could occur, he went up. He grinned at the sight of Elias, making his way over to him. “Well, what have we here?” He gestured to the fixings for the picnic.  

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Lorcan grinned ear to ear as he slid in next to Elias, pulling the covers over both of them. “I’m a lout now? What makes me one? Wait,” He paused, thinking for a moment. “What’s a ‘lout’ anyway?” He sidled in closer, and pulled Elias away from the edge so they were so…

Lorcan settled his head into the nook between Elias’ shoulder and chin, breathing in his scent. “Mmm, well that’s pleasant. If I’m a lout, do I still retain previous titles such as drunkard and addict? And you…” He stifled a yawn, resting an arm over the man’s chest. “You need a title too. I dub you the sentimental old quack.”

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“Are you kidding me?” Lorcan stood still as he watched Elias go about getting items to sleep with, but once he had slumped on the floor he walked over to him. He leaned down and grabbed him by the arm. “You’re not sleeping on the floor. You’re sleeping on the cot. With…

Lorcan grinned ear to ear as he slid in next to Elias, pulling the covers over both of them. “I’m a lout now? What makes me one? Wait,” He paused, thinking for a moment. “What’s a ‘lout’ anyway?” He sidled in closer, and pulled Elias away from the edge so they were so close they were nearly on top of each other.

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“I don’t want any skeletons. Least of all, yours.” Lorcan grimaced, knowing now that Elias was paranoid and irritated. “I don’t want any of your secrets. Keep them to yourself, just like you have for eighty years. I’m glad you’ve been honest with me though. I really am.”

“Are you kidding me?” Lorcan stood still as he watched Elias go about getting items to sleep with, but once he had slumped on the floor he walked over to him. He leaned down and grabbed him by the arm. “You’re not sleeping on the floor. You’re sleeping on the cot. With me. Come on, get back up.” He pulled at him, trying to get him to move. “It’s not a big deal to sleep next to someone, so you’re not sleeping on the floor tonight. Let’s save that for when we get into fights. When and if we do. I’m glad we did this too, now get your lazy but generous ass back up onto this cot.”

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