Dorian handed Ace the remote and the menu. "Anything you want." He said motioning to the paper. "If you pass out I'm drawing a mustache on your face with chocolate and vlogging it." Dorian teased. He grabbed a few waters form the mini fridge and set them on the table as he plopped down next to Ace.
Ace shrugged, looking towards the menu. "If you do that, just remember… I have this." He says, holding up Dorians room key between two fingers. He was surprisingly easy to pickpocket.
Dorian's eyebrows raised in shock, his hand going to his ass pocket. Damn. Sneaky little thing aren't you?
"What, pray tell, would you do with that?" he asked as he reached towards it
Ace gave a wide smile and held the card away from Dorian. He adjusted his glasses like in animes and waved the card in the air. "Well, I could go into your room and steal all your food. I could draw on your face in sharpies. I grew up with an older sister type friend who loved doing social experiments. You underestimate me."
Dorian reached for the card again, a wide happy grin spreading over his face. "Well well. here is was thinking you were an adorable little angel. You're really are a little devil aren't you?" He continued to reach for the card as Ace held it away from him. His heart was still racing, but this was the most comfortable he had felt with another person in a long while.
"Not an angel, nor a devil. I would prefer fallen angel, I'm told I used to be very sweet when I was younger." Ace said with his wide grin, he quickly tucked the card into his sleeeve as he spoke.
"And what to 'they' say about you now?" Dorian asked playfully, watching his room key disappear. Instead he snatched the forgotten menu from Ace and stuck his tongue out at him.
"Well we don't talk, most of them are homophobes." Ace says, he is so used to explaining this that it doesn't even faze him. "And I know what I wont so taking away the menu does me no harm."
Dorian froze, anger slicing through him like a blade. How could someone hate you? "They didn't hurt you did they?" his tone suddenly serious. The menu forgotten on his lap as he placed a hand on Ace's knee and squeezed comfortingly.
"No, I may not look it… But I can throw a punch. Also, Cherry was old enough to get me the fuck out of there." He said, picking up Dorian's hand and moving it off his knee.
"Oh. Shit–Ah–Sorry." Dorian said, whipping his hand back. Fuck. What the hell Dorian?!
"Well I'm glad someone was looking out for you. It's good to have someone in your corner you know?" Unlike me
He tried to smile at Ace, but found he was suddenly too embarrassed. He picked up the menu instead browsing it over with an unsteady eye.
Ace turned on the Telle, smiling hugely when he found an anime channel. "Do you watch anime?" Ace asked, changing the subject and leaving it to rot away like the writer's grades and mental stability.
Dorian chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hell yea I do! What kind of nerd would I be if I didn't?" He settled more comfortably on the couch picking up the phone next to them.
"What's your favorite? They have Baku No Hero Academia on!" He said, his posh accent making the title of the anime sound… Weird.
Dorian nodded and gestured vaguely to the television as he ordered them an ungodly amount of food. He gave Ace a quick smile before assuring the person on the other line that "Yes, we do need all this food and yes charge it to the room. "
"Charge it to Dorian's room." Ace yelled from his spot on the couch, already munching on chips though from who knows where.
Dorian chuckled as he hung up, snagging a candy bar from the mini fridge. "Are you ready for the tour? Meeting people, pictures, preaching to the masses and what not?" Maybe he would feel a bit better if he wasn't the only one that felt so out of sorts about it.
"Not in hells way, I can barely speak in front of a camera but Charles decided to ignore that and make me go here without my asking," Ace says bluntly, crumpling up his chip bag angrily as a few crumbs fell out of it.
"Sounds like we're in the same boat then." Dorian said with a slight frown, his dark eyes troubled. "I'm not a huge fan of crowds, so…." he trailed off shrugging. He met Ace's eyes with his usual grin. "We'll suffer together."
"Hell yes, we will, by the way! I'm ordering a bunch of chocolate off you." Ace said with, an obviously fake, innocent grin.
"W-What? Chocolate? Why?" Dorian bit his lip, confused. He was hungry as hell and wondered why their food was taking so long.
"It's chocolate." Ace said, shrugging. He didn't want to tell Dorian about… Shark week. Okay men, we will fight through this and emerge victorious. His mind reminded the rest of his body.
Dorian stared at Ace for another moment, looking adorably confused. Then he shrugged, "Everyone has their vices. Yours is chocolate. Mine is probably…" He thought for a moment. "Hot cheetos."
Ace wrinkled his nose. "Good, but unhealthy to the max. How do you survive?" He asked, crossing his arms. "And before you say or ask, chocolate comes from a plant, therefore, it is a salad."
Dorian chuckled. God he's adorable. "Well, cheetos come from the cheeto plant. So it, too, is a salad."
He stood as a knock sounded on the door.
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