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[teaserving]

Yeah, you seem a bit of the self-sacrificial type, huh.

[And he means that positively, but he knows the type. To put others before themselves. It's admirable, but it also means putting oneself in frequent danger.

Abbacchio fills two glasses of white wine before offering one to Grimm.]

I actually have no idea how you feel about wine, but I figured it couldn't hurt.

[hagrides]

So I am. It comes with being the vessel of a god surrounded by fragile mortals.

[His end is fated, and while it's not impossible to kill him outside of the Ritual, it's extremely unlikely.

Harm to him is nothing. Harm to his loved ones could be everything.]

Now and then I might have a taste of wine. [He lifts his glass.] Shall we make a toast?

[teaserving]

Ah, so it's the godly duty. I don't really envy you on that front.

[Abbacchio shrugs.] To what, fucking? Not being a hunk of rock?

Or I guess to being alive. I should probably be happier about that.

[hagrides]

To being alive, not a hunk of rock, and able to fuck.

[This man will never swear unless he's repeating someone else.

He clinks his glass with Abbacchio's, then takes a sip. It's an acquired taste, but he's had plenty of time to acquire it.]

[teaserving]

[It does successfully make him laugh, if nothing else. After the gentle tink against his glass, Abbacchio has a drink. Which is, naturally, a deeper one than Grimm takes.]

Well, if you can celebrate those three things, guess you're doing something right.

Anyway. I figured I'd start you off with some basic Italian. Pretty standard affair, chicken alfredo.

[hagrides]

I have had chicken here before, at least, so I am not in completely unfamiliar territory.

[No clue what an alfredo is but guess he'll find out!]

[teaserving]

All right, great. You've had meat. What about noodles? Or I guess I could just surprise you.

[hagrides]

Do surprise me.

[it keeps a relationship exciting!]

[teaserving]

All right, you got it.

[Fortunately, he has dinner finished ahead of time, so he does come back from the kitchen with two plates of chicken alfredo, parmesan already added on top.]

If you end up hating it, I won't be offended.

[hagrides]

[Grimm takes a large - polite large, not Narancia large - bite. Chews.]

This is delicious.

[teaserving]

Guess it doesn't hurt that you don't have anything to compare it to. But hey, I'm glad you're enjoying it.

[And honestly, it's not half bad. He even made his own sauce, how about that!]

Hey, so. Sorry if this isn't the greatest dinner topic. [But he also talks about cannibalism with his friends during lunch so.] I have no idea how you have sex. Or what your junk is like. [Wait he might not know that term.] Genitalia?

[hagrides]

[His roommate made him dinner at least once, it's not as thought he has never had food despite not requiring it.]

Ah, yes. I believe it is fairly similar. My aedeagus looks somewhat similar to a penis, and reacts to stimulation in the same way.

[Casually discussing his junk over dinner, no big.]

[teaserving]

[YOU KNOW. It's whatever!]

Well. Looking forward to that. [he hasn't boned a single human here why start now, time for mystery bug dick] I guess I should probably also ask if there's anything special you like?

[hagrides]

You may ask that, but as all of this is special from my perspective, I do not have a satisfying answer for you.

[Banging a human is pretty damn special.]

[teaserving]

[That just makes him laugh quietly, pausing only to take a bite from his spaghetti.]

I think that's the first time anyone's said that sex with me is going to be special. I'll try not to mess it up for you.

[hagrides]

Clearly you should be told this more often, then.

[why no one is singing Abbacchio's praises is beyond him!!]

[teaserving]

Yeah, you're definitely too nice. Give it time, Grimm.

[It's sweet, but then, he doesn't have much pride or love for himself. All for good reason, far as he can see. When Grimm knows, he thinks he'll change his mind. The sex can be good, but Abbacchio is still a piece of shit.]

[hagrides]

I shall, but until I see evidence otherwise, I will keep my position.

[He knows too many people who think too little of themselves to just accept anyone's opinion on their own worth.]

[teaserving]

Fine.

[Ugh why do people have to be so nice. But he decides to not argue it, not at the moment. He wonders what it would even mean to the Nightmare God, anyway. Maybe nothing. Grimm is a strange being indeed for such darkly implied titles but being so terribly fun and friendly.]

Actually just occurred to me. You don't even get full, do you?

[hagrides]

I do, but not on this sort of food.

[If you set the food on fire, that would be different.]

[teaserving]

So how do you know when you're satisfied?

[hagrides]

When my host is done eating as well.

[teaserving]

[That makes him laugh, his fork getting set down.]

Well aren't you smooth as hell.

I'll finish up my plate, you do what you want. After that, you want your dessert, Grimm?

[hagrides]

Indeed I would, unless you would like help cleaning up first.

[He's not an animal, he can delay a hookup to be a good guest and wash some dishes.]

[teaserving]

Heh. I'm just gonna rinse off the plates and put 'em into the wash. Most of everything else can be dealt with.

Honestly, I'm more interested to see what we can get up to.

[Fortunately, he is eating light for the occasion, so it doesn't take long for him to finish up.]