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“ usually just ranch, but I asked you for your opinion. Just in case you had any allergies “ he said and took Corbin's hand in his again.

"Just shellfish. Oh, and pollen. We probably won't be eating any pollen, though." Corbin yawned a bit as he looked around curiously.

Cyrus noticed him getting tired “let's go ahead and go, cooking this will take a few.” he said going to the Register and paying for the food.

"Mmkay, sounds good to me." Corbin followed Cyrus all the while and helped him carry the grocery bags back to his apartment. "Do you need me to help cook, or do you want to do it yourself?"

“ I got it, you go relax. “ he said and set groceries down. Cyrus started cooking immediately, wafting the smells of the food throughout the house.

"Okay…" Corbin hesitated before heading over to the couch and huddling up in a blanket to wait for dinner to be done. It smells good, at least… I'm just gonna assume he can cook.

Cyrus came out with two plates rolled with about four chicken tacos. “ here you go,” he said having the other a plate and sitting beside him, Cyrus wrapping himself in his wings to stay warm.

"Thanks!" Corbin sat up as he accepted the food and inspected it for a few seconds before he took a bite. "Mm! It's good!" He smiled brightly up at Cyrus and took another bite, the tips of his wings fluttering a bit. "Where did you learn to cook?"

Cyrus's happy look saddened a bit and he looked at his plate “ my mom. She taught me how to cook since I was young.”

Corbin's smile softened a bit. "Ah… well, I'm sure she was a great cook too. Papa was always the one who cooked. Dad isn't allowed in the kitchen." He laughed softly.

Cyrus laughed “ at least your fathers didn't set fire to water once. “ he said with a smirk, once he finished eating he leaned a little on corbin.

"Honestly, knowing my dad, he probably did." Corbin laughed as well, eating more of his food. "He's always banned from the kitchen, then papa gives him a second chance, and he usually gets banned again soon after."

Cyrus laughed “ how does one man manage to get banned that much?” he said with a warm smile.

"He's very bad at cooking. He's okay if papa is cooking with him, but then he gets mopey and wants to do it by himself and then he almost burns the house down again because he 'forgot to press start on the timer and was waiting for the beep even though it had been 3 hours'." Corbin shrugged a bit.

Cyrus laughed a little and yawned starting to feel the rough day on his body. Some of the bruises from falling from the Heights during training had injured his wing.

"Oh, are you tired? I can leave you alone. Thanks a lot for dinner." Corbin got to his feet and bowed politely, taking the dishes and putting them in the sink to wash in the morning. "Goodnight! Get some rest, okay?" He waved and then disappeared into his bedroom.

“ I-” cyrus was going to give a protest about him going away but end up not saying anything. He sighed and laid down, once again his wings hung off the coach, this time hurting more then usual.

Corbin was still asleep in the morning when Cyrus awoke. He was curled up in his bed, buried in pillows and blankets and seemingly very comfortable.

Cyrus had gone somewhere early in the morning, coming back with a small case to some kinda the instrument. As quietly as he possibly could he shut Corbin's door and stood in the middle of the living room. He played a tune he knew by heart, the instrument happen to be a violin. His father had always looked down on him for playing it but Cyrus would have never stopped. As he played the blue jay danced and twirled. He knew it looked a little girly to anyone but he loved doing this and remembering his mom as he did so.

Corbin soon stirred to the music and groaned softly, his body not especially pleased to be awake. He rubbed at his eyes sleepily as he came out of his room to investigate. His wings were hanging low, the tips dragging on the ground. His baggy shirt swallowed him up, and he had the string of his sweatpants tied all the way around his waist to stay up. "Mm…?"

Cyrus was mumbling his song, lost in the music. He twirled a couple of times, keeping the melody. The hummingbird in his was coming out as hugging birds were known for their talents in the show biz

( his song : https://youtu.be/JEexIgFkMjI)

(Nice nice)

Corbin kept quiet to listen to Cyrus' song, although he was too sleepy to really process it all that much. When there was a long enough pause in the music to seem like it was the end, he hesitated before speaking again. "Cy…? What're you doing…?"