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"Are we? I-I'm sorry. I guess I got confused." he said nervously, not quite understanding what Daren meant. Everything with Andrew was quite literal, but Aomine had smiled a little bit. Did he mean what he said or what is something else? "I-I've never wrapped a burrito before." he murmured, allowing the man to show him. He supposed it didn't look that difficult, but it still would be if Timothy himself tried it. "I'm full, thank you." His mind was telling him to eat more while his stomach was saying no. Eating too much would make him tired again. He must have been bad company for constantly sleeping.

Plus he didn't want to have another wet dream.

"Hm, I know how to make good portions if you'd like me to cook." he offered. "But today was a good amount. I can eat this for the rest of the day to get rid of it." and Timothy would do it to. "But I like that. I can do that." and rolled into the kitchen and opened the dishwasher, staring at the empty inside. "Do you use plates more or bowls more?" he questioned. "I'll know how to fill it once I know."

"No, I normally put the dishes I use most on the bottom rack so the water will clean them better." he explained, putting the plates on the bottom. He seemed to have an organization though, carefully making sure everything fit and even readjusting some things before adding the soap and whatnot, door closing afterwards. "There we go. It's just easier that way." and smiled a bit. "Everyone does it differently, Aomine, so you don't need to worry. My parents can't agree on how to do it so they just wash them by hand."

"They're inseperable. I think they've corrupted my sort of thinking on how things should be. They were friends for seven years before actually dating. Mom used to date lots of men before dating Mother." he explained, dusting off his lap. "It's sort of weird how that relationship turned out. Though Mother has implied that for Mom's birthday she finds her men and... stuff." he shuddered at the thought before looking up. "You should probably take some medicine for it, Aomine." and looked confused. "A fun day?" As soon as Aomine mentioned it Timothy stared before his entire face brightened up. "We're really going to the Aquarium? Really? You're not lying at all? You're not postponing it?" The man actually stood up and hugged Aomine in one movement. "Thank you thank you thank you so much, Aomine! I don't know hwo I could repay you for this!"

Timothy didn't want to stop squeezing Aomine in thanks. He was so happy. "I have to repay you, Aomine! Even if you wanted to go you could have changed your mind or gone by yourself but you waited and let me come with you!" he said. Andrew sometimes like to go without Timothy to places, mostly as punishment for something he'd done wrong. Looking up at the man he noted the height difference. He was taller then Andrew. With Andrew it was pretty easy to put his head on his shoulder with Aomine he was a bit more less than eye level. "Umm." he tried to stand on tip-toe, flinching and freezing, gripping the man but still smiling as his hair was pet. "I think the wheelchair would be nice." he said weakly. "I think I just pulled a muscle in my thigh. Help me back onto my chair, please." and limped backwards with Aomine's help before slowly sitting. "We could pack the burritos for lunch if you'd like. Breakfast for lunch is always fun. If not... um... left over pasta and pudding? I could cook something if you'd like." The pain of his thigh wasn't going to ruin his good day. "I could make fish fingers and french fries!" he said happily, pausing. "Oh but the fish might not like that if we eat it in front of them. Maybe chicken fingers, then?"

"No, we don't have to look at my leg we need to get ready!" Timothy explained, not wanting to be late and miss any fun adventures. When the other knelt down, however, he grew nervous. Why was he kneeling? "Aomine," he said with worry "Aomine what are you doing?" and tried to move his leg but the pain in his thigh prevented that as did the man's grip on his calf. He looked at the sharp blue ones fearfully and giving a whimper, trying to tug his leg free. "Please don't tie me up." he couldn't help but whimper, that having made Aomine explain why he was doing this. "Please put my leg down." and tried again to release it.

Some part of Timothy was thankful that the man was so patient because now his thigh hurt worse. He finally caved, allowing Aomine to search, not that it was hard. The entire back of his thigh had stretched to hard and was now stiff with pain. "Ow. ow. Ow, Aomine that hurts." he said, once more trying to escape the help he was recieving. No pain no gain, he supposed, but after a few more soft 'ows' and some whining the back of his thigh felt better, still a bit sore, but much better.

"All right." and rubbed his thigh awkwardly, thankful Aomine didn't try anything weird or too painful before rolling into the kitchen and looking for what he needed. It wasn't hard but the wheelchair was preventing him from cooking, it made him too short...

"Oh, thank you." And carefully transitioned to the stool, feeling much taller and much more useful. "All right, I need for chicken fingers... chicken breasts. Cooking oil, a wok or a deep pan." and continued to list ingredients, slowly beginning the cooking process happily. He added some of this, added some of that, covered the sliced chicken in a mixture before placing them in the boiling cooking oil. Timothy was finally at ease in his natural element, cooking. "This set is ready. I figured at most, ten each would be nice. I did cut them sort of thin." Though they would hardly look thin in anyone else's eyes. "And I hope the spices are right. I never asked if you were allergic to anything." and put in the second spiced and floured set into the pan.