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[werewolfing]

So, word on the street from everyone's favorite whiny god is that if we form a group to fight off the monsters when the Door opens instead of making him chase them around, we all get prizes. Or something. You know how these guys are.

Anyway, I'm not a fighter, but I bet there's a bunch of you who are real good at killing things. Maybe you should form a club. I'll provide cookies if I can get my roommate to teach me how to make em.

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[werewolfing]

[peter points his cookie at newt with a half-sort of smile that indicates that yes, he's pleased to be done with this topic. as much as he's all for helping newt understand things, this hits very close to home in a way that's nowhere near healed.]

Time spent thinking isn't wasted, kitten. You're just jealous because you can't grow a beard.

[and it is, actually, getting kind of beardy now, since he hasn't trimmed it in weeks and weeks.]

[krangke]

I'm fairly certain we've discussed this before. I'd look bloody awful with a beard.

(It really is getting pretty beardy. He grabs another cookie and dunks it into the milk before taking a bite out of it. He stands up then, wandering around the table to put his hand right into Peter's hair, giving a rub.)

Thanks for letting me know about stuff.

(Gentle hair musing. Followed by a smarmy:)

Babe.

(Then Newt's snickering lowly and picking up his milk glass to wander over to their cabinets, sorting through them.)

[werewolfing]

It's true that it probably wouldn't be very rugged and manly on that cat-face.

[peter leans his head back when newt rubs his hair, which has the effect of both bumping his head into newt's stomach and making him look rather puppyish, being petted like that.

then newt calls him 'babe' and peter squinches up his face and swats at newt's hand.]

I think I actually prefer pup...

[a beat.]

...kitten.

[krangke]

You know it's kind of upsetting that I don't even know what a cat looks like. I can't technically argue with you. You're using my own ignorance against me. That's pretty harsh.

(Except he doesn't seem all that bothered by it.

See, Peter, if you're going to react like that to head-rubs then you're going to be subjected to more future head-rubs. It's cute, okay? Newt's only human.

He has to laugh though at Peter's expression.)

Kitten's somehow better than blondie so I think I understand.

(He's pulling out random ingredients, looking at them briefly before sliding them back into the cabinets. He was pretty sure he knew how to make cookies. To an extent.)

[werewolfing]

There are monsters here that kinda look like big cats. Or maybe were, I don't know how that hunting went.

[he twists in his chair and raises an eyebrow, an effect entirely lost on newt's back.]

Kitten is better than blondie? Sometimes I don't get you, man, but okay.

[krangke]

(Newt only has a jist. He doesn't wholly trust it though.

Newt hums at Peter, tossing the flour back into the cabinet and turned himself around and leaned back against it. He grins a little bit at Peter, feeling rather happy about that.)

Kittens are cute.

(He makes a bit of a face after realizing what he said, his nose wrinkling up before giving Peter a look.)

Are you-

(He raises his hand before closing it into a fist and shaking his head.)

Never mind. Neither are great but...Anyway, I think I can think of how to make cookies.

[werewolfing]

Am I calling you a tiny adorable fuzzy baby animal? Yes, yes I am.

[he announces this in the least sexy way possible, which is to say in higher pitched baby talk complete with exaggerated expressions that is clearly intended to make newt laugh.]

You really are a genius, damn. Eat a cookie, remember how to make cookies. Gotta love it.

[krangke]

I feel like I should somehow be a little insulted by that.

(Annnnd yet Newt is laughing- good job Peter, you are completely ridiculous and Newt is weak.

His laughter trickles away and he winds up rolling his eyes, though Peter acknowledging his intelligence was always a little flattering.)

Please. I could be completely wrong. Tell me that after I make a successful chocolate chip cookie. It's mostly just a hunch, anyway.

[werewolfing]

Nah.

[mission accomplished. peter is much more comfortable here in the land of dumb not!flirting than in serious-conversationville. yet again, he points at newt with a cookie, this time sideways.]

You have hunches about cookies. Certified genius.

[krangke]

You seem to be stuck on this notion that I'm a rather frail creature. I like to think I look that delicate.

(Newt wanders back over to the table, sitting himself back down to look again at the cookies. This time, he looks over the back.)

Oh, please.

(Except you know- his ears are a little pink. He scrubs a hand through his hair and sets the cookies back down.)

I'll try and make them later. You can be my official cookie tester.

[werewolfing]

Nah to that too. Kittens are chock full of little needle-pointy claws and teeth along with all their cute fuzz and tiny squeaky meows.

[he pumps a fist in victory.]

Official cookie tester. Boss.

[krangke]

Tiny squeaky meows. Yeah, I still somehow feel insulted here.

(He rolls his eyes at Peter. Why does he talk to this nerd.)

Yeah, Peter, really living the high life here.

[werewolfing]

If you ever see a kitten, you will suddenly understand completely.

[he says this with a sage nod, because it is a fact to be taken quite seriously.]

You have really got to learn that the greatest pleasures in life are the small ones.

[krangke]

Oh I'm certain. You are the fountain of wisdom after all.

(Sage nod right back at you.)

Sometimes I'm disappointed that I don't have more memories. I feel like I'd have so many more colorful ways to insult you. I just wanted you to know that.

[werewolfing]

You have no idea how sad I am right now that there are no kittens in the murdercave.

[he snorts, rolling his eyes.]

Don't worry, I'm sure this place will inspire you to remember all kinds of ways to insult me.