I mean there's a Tucker here, but he's weird, and he's not the right Tucker, apparently. So Warren reacts to him funny, and he's been kind of not himself. He needs to be cheered up
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Remus shows up by apparating into the living room. He's smoking a cigarette and looks like he's wearing the same clothes for more than one day, which is true. But, at least he shaved. Sort of. He used magic, but still. A shave is a shave. He had been taking a nap when Andrew called, so he'd done more than he could have.
Walking over to Andrew, Remus takes a drag and lets it out, saying, "Am I allowed to smoke in here?"
Then, quickly followed by, "What are we making?"
But, oh, he's forgotten.
He grabs Andrew and kisses him for a long moment before pushing him back a step.
Andrew giggles in a non-manly way, and keeps grinning while he talks.
"Well, I have chicken, and various veggies, and rice, and a feast needs to have courses, so there can be a salad, and there must be cake for dessert, for which I have chocolate icing, and I was thinking possibly stir fry for the main course, but we can decide as we go... Oh and it's not my house so I'm not sure if you should smoke, unless there's a magic spell to make it go away. Someone might have allergies, do spells get rid of allergens?"
Andrew starts lining up ingredients on the table, and gathers veggies next to the cutting board.
"You don't have to do that you know. There are knives here. Isn't it bad for you to do spells all the time? Willow had this thing where she had to stop doing magic because she was psychotic and also addicted to magic and her girlfriend dumped her one time and she couldn't not do it anymore and then she tried to destroy the world. Are you supposed to like, limit it, a bit?"
He arranges cake things on the counter, and sneakily tastes some icing.
One good thing about staying in this freaky house is there's always food. Too many Tuckers have lived in apartments with nothing but scotch and Ramen in the kitchen.
He can hear heavy breathing and happy sounds as he rounds the corner, but it doesn't occur to him who, exactly, might be making these sounds. He grins at the chance to get an eyeful of whatever's happening in there.
He rounds the corner and sees some hot guy on his knees licking the chest of - Tucker's eyes flick up -
"Christ!" he yelps, slapping his hands over his eyes. Andrew nookie! There should be a warning label!
"Hey, Tucker. Haven't I told you before, you can just call me 'Remus.'"
He smiles and straightens up. He doesn't want to make Tucker uncomfortable by, uhhh, licking his brother in front of him.
He gives Andrew a sly smile and shrugs, reaching out to pull his shirt down. He kisses him one more time, quickly, then leans against the counter and gets himself another finger of frosting.
"It's safe to look now, by the way," he says, then licks his finger.
He really does have a chocolate problem. And he's not done with Andrew, but there's always time for Tucker.
"I didn't know you got back. Good to see you."
And it is. He checks Tucker out, rather obviously. He looks a little different, but...Remus can't quite figure out how.
"Remus," Tucker greets him, after removing his hands from his eyes. "Hey. I just came down for a snack." He looks at the food preparation going on. "What are you guys up to? Besides, uh..." He clears his throat. "I mean, what's up with the food?"
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Walking over to Andrew, Remus takes a drag and lets it out, saying, "Am I allowed to smoke in here?"
Then, quickly followed by, "What are we making?"
But, oh, he's forgotten.
He grabs Andrew and kisses him for a long moment before pushing him back a step.
"Now. What are we making?"
He flicks an ash in the sink, waiting.
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"Well, I have chicken, and various veggies, and rice, and a feast needs to have courses, so there can be a salad, and there must be cake for dessert, for which I have chocolate icing, and I was thinking possibly stir fry for the main course, but we can decide as we go... Oh and it's not my house so I'm not sure if you should smoke, unless there's a magic spell to make it go away. Someone might have allergies, do spells get rid of allergens?"
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He takes his wand out and transfigures it into a sharp knife.
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Andrew starts lining up ingredients on the table, and gathers veggies next to the cutting board.
"You don't have to do that you know. There are knives here. Isn't it bad for you to do spells all the time? Willow had this thing where she had to stop doing magic because she was psychotic and also addicted to magic and her girlfriend dumped her one time and she couldn't not do it anymore and then she tried to destroy the world. Are you supposed to like, limit it, a bit?"
He arranges cake things on the counter, and sneakily tastes some icing.
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He can hear heavy breathing and happy sounds as he rounds the corner, but it doesn't occur to him who, exactly, might be making these sounds. He grins at the chance to get an eyeful of whatever's happening in there.
He rounds the corner and sees some hot guy on his knees licking the chest of - Tucker's eyes flick up -
"Christ!" he yelps, slapping his hands over his eyes. Andrew nookie! There should be a warning label!
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Tucker!
"Hey, Tucker. Haven't I told you before, you can just call me 'Remus.'"
He smiles and straightens up. He doesn't want to make Tucker uncomfortable by, uhhh, licking his brother in front of him.
He gives Andrew a sly smile and shrugs, reaching out to pull his shirt down. He kisses him one more time, quickly, then leans against the counter and gets himself another finger of frosting.
"It's safe to look now, by the way," he says, then licks his finger.
He really does have a chocolate problem. And he's not done with Andrew, but there's always time for Tucker.
"I didn't know you got back. Good to see you."
And it is. He checks Tucker out, rather obviously. He looks a little different, but...Remus can't quite figure out how.
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He smiles a little. He can sympathize with Tucker's discomfort, although he doesn't feel it, himself.
But then, he doesn't have any siblings, so...
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