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Thatcher followed Leon, nodding his head as he did so. “I’d like that. Then I can make you things,” he said, leaning against the counter.
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"You don't have to make things for me, Thatcher," Leon said. He started making breakfast, rubbing his eyes tiredly. (I'm too lazy to describe what he's making so ye)
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“But what if I want to?” Thatcher asked, watching Leon closely. He did have the urge to spoil Leon, which he thought was a good thing to want to do.
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"But why?" Leon asked. He kept looking at the pan, making sure he didn't burn himself or anything.
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Thatcher shrugged, though he knew that Leon wasn’t looking at him to see. “I’m just in the mood to spoil you a bit,” he admitted.
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"Okay then??" Leon replied, making it sound more like a question even though it wasn't. He quickly finished making the food and put the food on a plate, sat down on the counter and began to eat.
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Thatcher shifted so he could lean against the counter next to Leon. “It smells good,” he commented, even though he knew he wouldn’t like the taste.
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"Thanks??" Leon said, taking a bite of his food. He absentmindedly swung his legs slightly while eating.
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Thatcher glanced around, licking his lips for a quick moment. He looked down at Leon’s legs, remembering for a moment how the felt, and the kisses he had left on Leon’s thighs.
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"So, what do you want to do for the day?" Leon asked. He glanced at Thatcher and saw Thatcher looking at his legs, he quickly stopped swinging his legs and blushed a bit.
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“Mm, not sure. Do you need to go to the ocean at all?” Thatcher asked. He still did miss the ocean a bit. He had barely ever been, and since recently, it had been a few centuries.
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Leon glanced at the clock to check. "Don't think so, unless my skin gets very dry or something like that happens," He answered, taking another bite of his food.
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“Alright, good,” Thatcher said with a nod. He didn’t like that they had to stay hidden in this house. He wanted to go out and do things, do his job. He wasn’t meant to just hang around, and he was growing restless. “How about we go after more of those hunters?”
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"Why? Wouldn't the hunters stop now?" Leon asked. He was sure that the hunters would have stopped because they would have been scared but he hadn't checked the population of siren hunters so he wasn't sure.
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“If they stopped, why would we be worried about hiding here and disguising ourselves?” Thatcher asked. It didn’t make sense. If there was something to be worried about, then it would make sense.
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"Because people might recognize us as the people that killed Charles Hamna. And I'm not entirely sure if they've stopped or not," Leon answered.
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Thatcher frowned a bit and nodded a bit in understanding. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. “We should see if any hunters are still out there. I need something to do,” he said, fidgeting with his trench coat.
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"What are you going to do?" Leon asked. He quickly finished his food and hopped off the counter to put his plate in the dishwasher.
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“What I was created to do,” Thatcher simply said, though it was obvious he meant killing. He wouldn’t be able to stay cooped up in this house for a long time. He needed to serve his purpose.
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Leon simple nodded, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop Thatcher from killing people. "Don't get hurt or anything like that," He said, smiling at him.
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“I will try my best not to,” Thatcher answered. “Do you have any names to give me? I’m still bound to you, you know,” he reminded.
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"I'll have to check, give me a second," Leon said. He went on his phone and looked around for siren hunters. "Jeremiah Carter? He's apparently killed a lot of sirens."
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Thatcher squinted at Leon’s phone and nodded his head a bit. He took out the sheet of paper and pen, holding it out to Leon.
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Leon put his phone away, taking the paper and pen and writing 'Jeremiah Carter' in his messy handwriting. He handed the paper and pen back to Thatcher.
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“Thank you,” Thatcher said. He took the paper and pen, stuffing the two back into his pocket. He tilted his head so he could press a kiss to Leon’s forehead. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
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Leon blushed a bit. "Okay then," He said, smiling at Thatcher.
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Thatcher smiled gently, pressing his lips to Leon for a moment as well before stepping away. He went out the front door, shutting it behind him. He squinted at the sunlight as he walked away from Leon’s house.
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Leon sighed when Thatcher left and plopped down on the couch, taking out his phone and looking for jobs. He could work at a library, or he could work at another cafe.
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