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Luckily, Iris didn't need to worry about Georgia not having the money to buy his own food. A familiar, curious set of blue eyes once again peeked through the doorway to confirm that the Peach State was indeed still pouting on the roof. Rutilio almost laughed on the inside at how much of a pitiful little shota his favorite Georgian looked like still curled around the old guitar for comfort. He walked over with the freshly cooked servings of Key Lime Mustard Ginger Chicken he made in Home Economics tucked in his hands.

"Peaches, if you stay up here and keep making that sulky face it will get stuck that way," Rutilio chirped lightly as he nibbled on his own piece of chicken. "Then you really will be, ah, what is that word for it... moe? Si, you will become moe."

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Oh, that made sense to Iris at least. She didn't know anything about school or Georgia's personal habits of hiding away like this. Her main focus was usually on Tennessee and most things she knew about other states came from things he would say about them and, let's face it, Andrew wasn't much to gossip or talk about things like that to anyone. Not even his own horse. So Iris naively nodded and went along with it deciding it was definitely better to buy food when it was on sale.

Florida watched as Georgia continued to chatter with the animals as if he wasn't even there. Had he not heard him or was he purposely ignoring the Sunshine State? Regardless, Rutilio had grown accustomed to being the center of attention in many ways and did not like it when he went unnoticed. The Floridian was particularly spoiled when it came to George Christian noticing him for the littlest actions or faintest presence in the room. (Sometimes when he least wanted it, but the point still stood.) One of his lower eyelids twitched slightly at not having his rival's immediate and complete focus the moment he set foot on the roof. Though Florida liked to think he wasn't prone to pouting his irritated expression was very close to one.

"Christian!" he huffed unhappily as he reached out and lightly tugged on the blonde's ponytail knowing full well how ticklish Stone Mountain was.

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That was more like it. Satisfied that Georgia couldn't ignore him even if he tried at this point, Rutilio released Stone Mountain and waited for only a few moments for the younger state to calm down. He then all but shoved the Floribbean chicken into his rival's face without giving him much chance to retaliate for his sudden "attack" from behind.

"You are hungry, si~?" he said more than asked. "I made too much in Home Economics today after Maria asked me to cook her extra." He swelled with pride yet again remembering her request. "My cooking is very good, you know. I am a culinary genius~!"

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"Oh? Really? Because it sounded to me like someone saying they were on the verge of collapse because they are too stubborn and thick headed to eat when they are supposed to," Florida translated for Georgia's angry tummy. He nudged the food a little closer as his grin went from playful to that obnoxious little coy grin and tiny blush of mock shyness. "Don't tell me you want me to feed it to you...~? Because I have ways of making you eat..."

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Florida only smiled and tried to keep himself from chuckling or commenting on how adorable his favorite Georgian was acting all huffy and ungrateful. It was a very difficult thing to do, but he worried any further teasing might cause Christian to stop eating and he really did want the younger state to eat. It wasn't good for him to push his endurance so hard even if he was tough enough to handle it for the most part.

"I wouldn't poison anything with Key Lime Mustard in it," Rutilio said as if his favorite sauce was a holy, pure creation that should never be tainted for any reason. "... Maybe something with just ketchup on it..." he mused after a moment of thought. "Ketchup is so bland. I do not mind ruining that."

It was hard to tell if he was joking or not, but he only continued to smile as if Christian had already praised him simply by eating his food. "So, were you planning on hiding up here all day?" he asked after a long silence.

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Florida didn't answer Georgia's question as he sat down next to the blonde and glanced out over the side of the building at the surrounding area for a moment before speaking again. "It is nice up here, but if you're trying to avoid people it is a bad spot," he said. "Not that you can hide from your family, anyway. I do not see why you even bother to try considering most of your siblings are either former long hunters or have extensive military careers and are trained to track people. If they want to find you they will find you."

Which reminded him to glance over his shoulder suspiciously as a shiver of paranoia went up his spine. If he caught California spying on him then only heaven could help the younger former Spaniard. Though he was particularly fond of his troublesome little brother there was a line and Rutilio wasn't afraid to bend a disrespectful rascal over his knee and teach a painful lesson about how to treat your elders. Once he was confident there were no camera monkeys around to contend with he turned his attention back to Christian.

"You should go tell them that you're back," he continued simply. "They probably worry very much when you run off on your missions. I am sure that as oblivious as most of them are even they notice how you tend to come back with boo-boos." He pointed at the spot he had touched earlier on Georgia's shoulder which had set everything off in the office. "It is bad to let family worry about you longer than necessary."

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