cats, dogs, and rats//one on one (closed)

Neo growled at the witch, turning his back pointedly, his ass pointing right at the other as he bent down to pack.
"Go awwwaaaaay!"

Erro, determined even though he had to firmly stare at a spot on the wall instead of Neo's ass, stayed put. "You're going to answer me or I'm going to keep you here until you talk. Are you a psychic? A psycho? What?"

Neo rolled his eyes at the stupid guesses, deciding not to answer as he grabbed up a few pairs of pants and shoved them in messily with his books. He immediately decided it wasn't good enough and started packing more.

Erro let out a growl of frustration. "You know what? Screw you! Screw you and your 'I'm so smart and handsome and can study in fucking short shorts and be a dick to my roommate because I'm better than him' bullshit! Prick!" he shouted before storming off

"Christ," Neo growled under his breath, lifting up his bag with an annoyed expression on his face. "Try to be nice to the guy who gave you shit. I'm just trying to live my best life…." He grabbed his keys and threw on his bag, walking out the door.

Erro had retreated to his room in a bout of anger, burying under the sheets like a pissy burrito. He didn't even want to use the blankets because Neo had given them to him, but he was cold and needed some sort of comfort after getting so upset

Neo shut the door and locked it from the outside. If Erro decided to walk out and he shut the door, he wouldn't be able to get back in. The thought of this happening gave him a rich sensation of satisfaction.

Erro grumpily curled into a tight ball under the blankets, Amun trotting in and wriggling in with him, giving a soft whine before tucking himself against Erro’s chest

Neo walked out to his car and plopped into the worn leather seat. His car was a neat black color on both the inside and out. He stuck his key in the slit and backed out, growling to himself as he drove for his twin's home.

(should we do a skip)

(yes)

(aight)

Erro had no classes over the weekend, so he had more or less spent the whole time wrapped in a blanket burrito that barely moved from one spot. Amun had eventually resorted to screaming at him to get him to eat a cup of noodles at least twice a day, using the power of annoyance to get him to do things

Neo on the Saturday afternoon of which he woke up, started studying after a fine lunch with Met, who was mildly annoyed with the lateness of Neo's sleep. The lunch was one cooked better and with more ingredients than Neo's pitiful stir-fry. It was a whole feast-like thing, which Met seemed very proud of when he presented it. It was foods all from their heritage, some unknown to Humans.

Erro had eventually settled on moping on the couch, laptop on his lap as he lay still curled in his blanket burrito. Amun was draped across his shoulders, occasionally occupying himself with nibbling on Erro's ear or licking his cheek

Neo sat slowly as Met slid a clean plate in front of him with a couple of forks and a knife. Neo picked up the second, smaller fork with a look of confusion.
"Why do I need two forks, Met?"
"For the Sle'i," Met said smoothly, gesturing at a bowl of what seemed to be a salad.

Erro was now sitting and watching TV, a blanket draped across his head and body, his horns providing a little tent in the fabric as he munched on some popcorn in his lap. He was really just mindlessly popping pieces in his mouth, occasionally tossing one to Amun for him to catch

Neo rolled his eyes, pulling the Sle'i closer. "I never understood your fuss with multiple spoons and forks. It's so unnecessary. Dinner is a time for eating and family, like dad used to say."
Met sat down at his spot, grabbing another bowl full of what looked like a dollop of fresh seawater. "Yes, but mum always said that the more presentable you look, the higher the chances of a successful dinner."
"With family?" Neo questioned as he wiggled in a few blue-eggplant-looking things into his Sle'i.

Erro yawned, tossing a piece of popcorn for Amun and chuckling as he watched the dragon wiggle his haunches before jumping and snapping the piece up before plopping down on the other side of the boy

"Yes, with family." Met snatched the bowl, holding it away from his twin, who yelped. "And I ask my family to stop taking all of the Re'ti." He started serving himself the salad grumpily.

Erro continued to eat popcorn, going back and forth between giving Amun some and eating some himself. He had lost track of what he was watching now–some Avengers movie, he guessed

Met finished with the salad and started eating it politely, as Neo scarfed it down like he'd never eaten before.
"Goodness," Met said over a mouthful of leaves, "you've never been this ravenous before."

Erro chuckled as he watched Amun prance around, little tail wagging cutely as he bounced around before flopping onto his back, causing Erro to start giggling

Neo grunted and looked up. "I'm hungry. You know I eat a lot."
"Like a pack of wolves in the winter," Met observed with a fine eyebrow raised. "Right. Anyway, don't eat too much. The ham's still in the oven."

Eventually, Erro finished the popcorn, and was now cuddling Amun while they watched the movie. The dragon would occasionally poke or nuzzle the boy, getting comfy

Neo immediately stopped with the crunching, rubbing his hands together. "Mmmm… ham. I hope you made that special coating that you soak the meat in."
"Of course I did," Met assured, wiping off his mouth neatly before standing and washing his hands. "Why wouldn't I?"

Erro yawned, stretching out before eventually picking up his phone, poking at it as he began answering a few different messages from friends. He really only had three, all of which lived relatively close, so he could still reasonably go hang out with them

Neo chuckled and drummed his fingers excitedly on the table. "I don't know, but it's fucking amazing. You need to like, enter a cooking show."
"No cooking show would accept a Mind Reader like me, Neo," Met said softly as he pulled out the ham with oven mits.

Erro eventually called one of said friends, smiling a bit dorkily when the other picked up. "Hello? Erro?" the boy asked.
"Hey, Kadachi. What's up?" he asked, eventually setting the phone on speaker and facetime when Amun began whining to get to see Kadachi. The other boy, a dark-skinned kid with decorative silver horns tucked into his hair smiled at the dragon, which began practically losing his mind when he saw the other

Neo watched the ham get set down on the oven with a glimmering black coat on it. It seemed most unappetizing, but once one were to get a taste of it, it would be the best thing to ever put in your mouth.
Met chuckled at his twin and cut into the ham, closing the oven door.

"Just figured it would be nice to say hello. And hello, Amun," Kadachi said, grinning as he watched the dragon try to lick the screen in hopes it would somehow allow him to get to the other boy. Erro chuckled, pulling the pup back and setting him on his lap