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Fever smiled, glad that Pain wasn't going to hold it against him, and nodded. He pushed the cart off and was along on his way to resume finding groceries! They had nearly everything on the list now -- all that remained was the frozen food that Pain was getting and a few items that Fever was about to pick up. Then they could take them home and unload them and... and then what? Fever wasn't really sure, but he was certain they would do something that would bring them away from Greed in his time of anger.

((When they get home, should I bring Passion in? 8D;; ))

((Okie dokie! So you get the idea of his looks, Passion looks like this (not my image). :3 And while Fever and Passion are together, they'll both be orange 'cuz I'm lazy. 8D;;; ))

"Your fingers alright?" Fever asked the other as they waited in line. They didn't have to wait for long, though. The person in front of them finished and Fever quickly began unloading grocering onto the belt to be scanned off by the cashier. That, too, was soon over despite the load of their groceries and soon they had several bags to be carrying out. He hoped Pain wouldn't mind too much having to carry groceries home. Surprisingly enough, Fever didn't have trouble with the groceries. He was thin and his immunity was weak, but when he was in his healthy streaks (meaning when he wasn't sick in bed), he was surprisingly strong.

The walk home, too, was short -- only a few minutes, despite the weight of bags. Fever carefully opened the door, leading the way to the kitchen, where he began to unload the groceries. A sleepy figure descended the stairs, his unruly black hair hanging all over his face like some sort of would-be musician. Passion yawned and stretched slowly before walking up to Fever and placing his arms around his neck from behind. Fever and Passion were, quite exactly, the same height, and their eyes and skin tones were similar (though Passion's skin was a healthier tone), but their natures were completely (or at least mostly) different.

"Make me some breakfast?" Passion mumbled, his voice slightly muffled agaist the other's shirt. The two-tone-headed underling wasn't wearing a shirt -- just a pair of black, navy, blue and white plaid pajama pants. He yawned again, his intensly blue eyes catching sight of Pain. A slow smile spread across his lips and he gave the cat-eared teen a lazy yawn before the arm reatatched around Fever's neck.

Oddly enough, the blonde underling wasn't freaking out. It seemed that this was routine and he was, by now, so used to it that he simply ignored Passion while he unloaded groceries. "In a bit. I have to do this first," he replied steadily, glancing back to the teen on his back before he returned to his chore.

((Passion isn't too much like Lust. He just... really gets into things. And he really really really really (times infinity) likes Fever. So he's basically obsessed. 8D;;; ))

Fever finished putting things away quite quickly. He collected the excess bags and stuffed them all carefully into a large canvas sack that held a myriad of other plastic bags -- for they sometimes needed them -- and then glanced back at Passion, who, thoughout this entire time, had not shifted once. "Alright. What do you want to eat, then?" he asked the other levelly. Fever didn't really seem to enjoy having the other teen hanging off of him.

Passion brightened immidiately. He detatched an arm from around Fever and waved it around fanatically, his gray-blue eyes wide, as he said, in an exceedingly excited voice, "A sandwich! With gummibears and spray cheese and pepper. And maybe some pickles or something!!" Passion grinned. He seemed much more awake now, with the mension of food.

Fever frowned. "You know that's disgusting, right? Anyway, now that you're awake, you can make it," he said sensibly.

"Ew. No. It doesn't taste good when I make it. It only tastes good when you make it," he said brightly, a pale hand raising to brush blue-tinted ebony locks away from his eyes.

Fever sighed and quickly got out ingridients as Passion turned away. But, of course, Fever didn't get out Passion's choice ingridients. Instead, he got out some normal ones and began to prepare the sandwich.

Passion turned to Pain, his expression bright and energetic. He had a very eager, and rather forceful personality. He eyes the other's ears for a moment before exclaiming enthusiastically, "I love kitties! I wish we had one here, really, we need one... but I think Wrath vetoed that. And I was going to ask him why the hell not, but Fever stopped me for some reason!" Passion have Pain a very bright smile before he decided that it had definately been too long since he had hung on Fever, and he latched back onto the other teen just as he turned around, causing Fever to trip slightly over his own feet, though he fortunately caught his ballance.

"Your sandwich is ready..." he muttered, eyes shifting to the side uncomfortably as Passion gave him a very large, very loud kiss on the cheek before skipping off to his sandwich. He picked the whole thing up and took a very large bite, a bright smile on his lips.

He was entertaining, yes, and energetic... but also highly annoying.

(( 8D;;; Guess this isn't exactly what most people would have for Passion! But I just thought he'd be someone who was overly excited and obsessed with everything (though not neccessarilly liking. He just has very strong feelings for everything, whether they're good or bad). ))

((Haha! Well, we'll have to find an aspect of Pain for Passion to be obsessed about. 8D;; ))

Passion finished his sandwich in about three seconds and, licking his fingers for anything left over, he glaced up to Fever with a bright smile before his eyes strayed to Pain, who didn't exactly seem to be having fun. Passion smiled brightly and rushed over, one hand snaking over the other's shoulder. "I haven't seen much of you around here lately!" he exclaimed, his gray eyes wide. "It's been... one, two, three.... five days since I last saw you down here!" he said, ticking the days of on his hand as he counted. He gave Pain a quick hug, his eyes roaming down to the other's hands before....

"Fever. I want an apple," he said, turning to his companion, his face blank like a child's. "But you have to get it for me, alright? It doesn't taste the same if I get it."

Fever sighed and reached over to the fruit bowl. He peeled the sticker off, through it in the trash, washed the apple and handed it to Passion, who smiled brightly and took a large bite. Fever didn't know why he even bothered indulging Passion sometimes....

((He's not a kid! He's like... seventeen. 8D;; It's like... all my seke/semes... act like ukes. Because Passion and Fever and Lust all are seke, mostly leaning to seme.... 8D;;; ))

"Ah, blood!" Passion exclaimed, seeing the other had cut himself. He set the apple down and, without even asking, lightly grabbed the other's wrist with his own bony hand and raised Pain's thumb to his lips and gave it a quick kiss. "Like magic," he said happily. "Fever, I want a band aid. Now. Please?" he said, glancing up at his lovely little sick-bug of a friend. Fever handed him one, having already have gotten out of the drawer for Pain.

Passion took off the wrapping around the small bandage and quickly laid it on the other's thumb. "All better!" he said, grinning. He still had his arm around Pain's neck. After all, Passion wasn't one to think much about close contact -- he was always closely wound around others, though not neccessarilly in a sexual way. He reached out for his apple again and took a big bite. He looked rather thoughtful for a moment before he said, "We should play a board game!" They way he said it, he made it sound like the most profound thing ever said.

((Whelp, curiosity overcame me, and now I know these are quest things. Though I messed up and missed Edmund. Now I'm helping out these Twins...I think i might have joined the wickeder side by mistake 0.0;; ))

[ bah sorry i was gone DX ]

Pain winced, but really it wasn't that deep of a cut, and it had just been a foolish slip of the hand. He blinked as Passion took his hand in his own, and a small flush came over his cheeks as he felt the kiss. Damn the underling for that. Passion was so oblivious to it anyway that Pain knew it didn't matter if he flushed or not, but he just sighed and rubbed at his cheeks with his free hand. They should think of recruiting uglier underlings or something so that Pain wouldn't flush every time one of them did somehting like that.

Pain watched as Passion cleaned off his hand and swiped the bandage over it, and though he could have done it all himself, Pain smiled and nodded in thanks to the happy male. He didn't want to ruin his spirits by saying otherwise.

"Thanks."

He said, and nodded to Fever as well since he had gotten the bandage for him. Pain was going to move off of the chair to wash of the knife, since Pride and Fever would have a fit if there was blood on it, but the arm around his neck prevented him from doing otherwise. Pain, like Passion, never minded close contact at all, and he merely sighed as he smiled and didn't move. It felt nice, so he wanted to keep it for as long as he could before the other underling decided that it was enough. Pain couldn't help the laugh as he heard hte suggestion the other made, and shrugged as he glanced to Fever.

"I'm in. What about you?"

Of course Pain always went after the wrong kinds of guys. Not that nessicarily they were bad, they just wern't good for his emotional health. He always fell for the handsom, touchy feely kinds of guys, and though Pain found himself one to attach easily at anyone who showed him any kind of attention, only because of his low self esteem, it generally never ended well. Pain always wanted to make himself believe that he could change them and make them stay with his good, honest personality. Yet, over and over again he was hurt. Ah, then maybe that was where his name came from. Honeslty he didn't know, and just never really thought too much into it.

Pain sighed and allowed Fever to have the knife and clean it, yet he felt bad since he had been wanting to do it, but with the arm around his neck, well, he wasn't really in the position to be moving. Not only that but he was a sucker for the attention, so he didn't want to get up. Muttering a small appology to Fever he glanced back to Passion, wondering exactly what kind of game he had in mind. When Fever did mention Twister he gigled, because he liked that game, but then again knew that it would lead to compromising positions. So, Monopoly was a good subsitute.

"Oh, i'll play that."

He said in agreement, hoping that Fever would at least play that, and gave him a small, friendly smile in hopes that he would.