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Don't tempt me... I'm still thinking about modeling for one of your paintings sometime. I can stay still, I swear!
(*they say, as they couldn't even wait until John had made breakfast to kiss him again*)
I haven't tasted it yet, but based on the smell I can tell you're a good cook. (Bacon and eggs is pretty hard to mess up but still...) Did someone teach you, or did you figure it out yourself? Usually I'm the one cooking for people, so this is a nice change.
- Ro 🐈⬛
“Hmm” John hummed at the statement of being able to stay still. “I’m sure you can.”
John turned around and plated the food for Ro before receiving a kiss for his hard work. “I was taught, or, rather I learned through Arthur’s eyes and Noel’s skill.”
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do you know who the fourth wall is - 🗡️
“I’m sorry- who the 4th wall is?” -Oscar
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Finch let out a little squeak, jumping in his seat before relaxing after realizing it was just Oscar.
He didn’t know why he was always so jumpy. An unchanging flaw, he supposed.
He flushed when Oscar complimented his art, smiling gently.
“Thank you. I don’t believe it’s all that good. I haven’t drawn in a long time.”
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“You say that as if you draw a lot, or used to.”
Oscar pondered out loud to the jumpy little man on his sofa.
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Finch busied himself with the piece of paper, drawing flowers and beautiful blue skies. Even attempting to draw Baxter from the day previous with his big happy, drooling face.
He also found himself drawing pictures of the old place. The only other place he called home. The tall foreboding trees and the rivers that snaked through it. The skittering creatures and the giant purple moon.
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Oscar finished getting ready and made his way downstairs to find Finch pleasantly in his own world draw at the coffee table.
He snuck his way over to peak at the drawing before announcing himself.
“That’s very beautiful.”
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sniff sniff. I love Oscar and Noel so much :((( 💗
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-god me too buddy-
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”Hm alright… I suppose I’ll let you go for now.”
Finch said jokingly, finally letting go of Oscar and letting him go away to get dressed and ready.
He sat on the couch and occupied his time with finding a piece of paper from John’s art stash and a pencil to doodle on.
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Oscar left Finch in the living room and ran upstairs to change. He found Noel lying on the bed reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarette with the window cracked.
“Gettin’ ready?”
“Aye… I’m just not sure what to wear.”
Noel sat up and watched as Oscar flipped through their shared closet while he would pick something out and then immediately put it back.
“Why don’t you wear that grey sweater? You always look good in that.”
Oscar stopped to turn around and say something but before he could do it, he immediately turned around and grabbed the sweater. “You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Eh, I’m always right. It’s a gift.”
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Finch smiled, finally releasing his lover from his hold.
“Fine! Fine…”
He chuckles, his hands resting on Oscar’s face and just taking the time to admire his partner.
“You are a very handsome man, Oscar.”
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“Thank you Finch. You are quite good looking yourself.” He took Finch’s hand and kissed his palm. “I need to go get ready for the date…”
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Mm, sounds good...
How lucky am I, hey? A shirtless man, almost twice my size, cooking breakfast for me in an apron. What more could I ask for? You're a wonder, John, I hope you know that ;)
(* Ro sneaks up behind John and wraps their arms around his waist under the apron, pressing light kisses to his back and shoulderblades*)
- Ro 🐈⬛
“Heh, you could have this more often if you want to keep coming around.” It was his way of inviting Ro back again. He so desperately wanted them to come back again.
“Hmm” he relaxed into the kisses. “That feels so nice.”
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Finch is experiencing extreme cuteness aggression for his boyfriends. Bless these gays
-OOC Wolfy/🪽
-god i love him seriously-
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Finch couldn’t help himself in that moment, surging forward to drown Oscar in kisses in much the same way that he did to Noel.
He had to resist the urge to pick Oscar up in his arms and squeeze him tight.
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Oscar stood there with his eyes wide as Finch peppered him in kisses. “Okay okay!” He started laughing at the feeling after a while.
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Finch nodded, pulling their joined hands to his lips and kissing Oscar’s knuckles
“I feel… very lucky right now. For both you and Noel. And Arthur and John. I have always felt… out of place. Even in my old home. Here I just feel like I truly belong.”
He smiled, feeling like he was being very sappy right now. But he didn’t care.
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Oscar felt very loved in this moment with the way that Finch was acting and speaking. “You are very cared for. We want to care for you and make sure that this second chance at life is everything you wanted.”
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”Is that allowed? I had always assumed it was much of a private thing.”
Finch said, continuing to fidget with the pendant and look Oscar in the eyes.
“I would love to go one day. It is very important to you… and you seem to enjoy what you do. I would like that glimpse into your world.”
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“Oh lord no, it’s not private at all. Anyone and everyone is welcome. I would love to have you there.” Oscar smiled and took Finch’s hand, “however, if you go and you don’t like it, please don’t feel like you should continue to go.”
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”Mm…”
Finch just seemed to admire the other man for a while, studying him like a good book he couldn’t put down. He let his hands rest on the other’s shoulder.
“I am just not eh… used to you wearing something different. Not that this is bad! Not at all. You look very nice like this.”
He said, letting his hand trail down to the cross pendant hanging from his neck. His eyes were gentle and curious.
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“Not your favorite hm? It does tend to cover a lot.”
He watched his eyes trail down to his necklace and fiddle with it. “Perhaps you’d like to come to the church one day.”
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Hm, only if you're sure, I really don't mind waiting, if it's too much of a bother... I know you're probably tired
I'm not picky, I'll eat anything that tastes good... which, to me, is just about everything. Heh.
- Ro 🐈⬛
John smiled at the fact that Ro wasn’t going to stop him from cooking. “Alright, eggs and bacon it is.”
He started cooking but threw on an apron as to not burn his chest while the bacon was cooking.
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”Yea I did. Noel said you would like anything I wear but I was still a little nervous.”
Finch chuckled, looking up at Oscar and pulling him in for just a little kiss after he adjusted his tie.
“Thank you… Oscar.” He took a second to take Oscar in, especially the priestly robes he was wearing. He had only really seen Oscar in a simple shirt and lounge pants.
“Is this something you wear solely for the church?”
He asked, reaching over to fiddle with the collar.
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“Well Noel isn’t wrong, you would look good in anything.” Oscar enjoyed the kiss even if it surprised him slightly.
“Ah, yes this a cassock. It’s pretty common robes for priests at the church.”
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Tea would be nice, if you have any...uhh, don't worry about breakfast, I can get something on my way home later.
(*They'd already asked John for so much yesterday, and he's done enough for them. They felt guilty, like they were using him. Ro could deal with being hungry for a bit longer if it meant John didn't have more work to do.*)
Work can wait. Family business, my mum is my boss, literally. I don't need to be there early, anyways... an extra hour or two wouldn't hurt, right?
- Ro 🐈⬛
John looked over the counter a little puzzled and kind of worried. “Are you sure? I don’t mind making breakfast and honestly I’d like to see you eat. We uh- we skipped dinner yesterday.”
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He stood up in front of Oscar, unable to look him in the eyes as his face went up in flames.
Finch felt his stomach churn with the nerves, feeling Oscar’s soft gaze on him.
“What…erm what do ya think?”
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“You look absolutely amazing. Did you pick these out yourself? They really do suit you.” Oscar stood up and came over to straighten the tie a bit.
“Yeah, this is very cute.”
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