Halp- boredom sucks- (Open OxO)

Dustin laughs, “Mhm. . .”

Renata starts laughing again. "Plus, I can't cook."

Dustin smiles slightly, “That’s obvious, Ren.”

Renata gives Dustin a mock offended look. "How dare you!"

“What?” He grins at her, “If you eat Fruit Loops for dinner every night, then obviously you can’t cook.”

"Doesn't mean you have to call me out!" Renata giggles.

"You called yourself out!" He exclaims, giving her a look.

"That doesn't mean you have to agree with me!" She protests.

"So you want me to lie?" He smirks at her.

"Yes." Renata grumbles.

Dustin laughs, “Sorry, sweetheart, no can do.” He leans back, finishing his food, “I have no inclination to lie to you.”

Renata mutters "Ugh. Insufferable, that's what you are. . ."

She finishes her food, grumbling - jokingly - about Dustin's apparent lack of empathy and compassion for women who don't know how to cook.

Dustin smiles, ducking his head, “Am not, otherwise, you would have kicked me out by now.”

Renata groans and attempts to flick Dustin's forehead and fails, since he'd ducked his head.

"You are. But I can still want to have you here, even as insufferable as you are." she replies.

He rolls his eyes, “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.” He stands, stretching.

Renata mumbles something about Dustin being a jackass and a small bit of the stone beneath Dustin tilts him, causing him to fall backwards. She smirks and then grabs all of the empty bowls(plates?) and brings them to the kitchen to be washed.

(Bowls)

Dustin yelps, stumbling back a step and catching his balance before he fell, “Stop doing shit like that, Renata!” He scolds, shifting his feet for balance. He crosses his arms following her, leaning against the wall, a scowl on his face.

(alright lol-)

"If you're allowed to tease me, then why can I not do shit like that?" Renata laughs, starting to scrub the bowls and utensils.

“Because I don’t feel like bleeding. Find something else. Tease me back, I don’t care. Just don’t risk me getting hurt.” He watches her.

"You know you're safe. I know what I'm doing, Dust. You're not going to bleed, or die, or anything, because I'm not going to allow it." Renata says softly.

“Yeah. . . I know, but it scares me Ren. I can’t help it.” He shifts slightly, uncomfortable.

Renata sighs. One of the bowls starts to rise into the air, then another, as well as a bunch of steel wool. The dishes start to look like their cleaning theirselves as she turns and looks at Dust.

"Is there any chance that it might eventually not scare you? You know. . . if it were me, at least." she asks.

He watches her for a moment, “Probably. I got used to my dad doing stuff like that.”

"I don't want it to be like that. I want it to be trust, not just 'I'm used to it.'" Renata says.

Dustin looks at her, “I trust you Ren, I just have to get used to it.” He mutters, “Just because I trust you, does not mean I’m used to it.”

Renata watches Dustin for a bit, looking confused and just a tiny bit relieved.

"Alright." she says quietly, turning back to the dishes and finishing the cleaning of them before moving on to what was used to cook it all.

Dustin sighs, “I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

Renata nods, silent for a moment. She didn't know what to say, so for now she doesn't say anything at all, only continues to clean the dishes.

Dustin smiles, and then turns, starting to walk away.

Renata takes a deep breath and turns to go after Dustin.

She turns him around gently and looks at him. "Stay safe, alright? You better not get into any trouble. And wait a couple weeks before coming back. They'll get suspicious if you come here too often."

She opens her mouth to say something else, then closes it, deciding against it.

"Shoo. Get out." she smiles.