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Okay, A, I love it when you call me babe.

B, I am a little scared about pissing off the Big Guy. I kinda ducked and ran and if I start going a little nuts, he could kick me off.

Yeah, we really do not want that.

What did he say to you, when you asked to come back?

[A pause, then, just to double down:]

Babe?

Edited 2020-08-03 04:58 (UTC)

[a shiver at the nickname]

I asked him if I could come back and be an inmate again and he said no, I was graduated already. Congratulations, yadda yadda.

And if I got back in as a warden to try and demote myself, he wouldn't let me on at all.

Okay.

[Rhys is so mad. Still at Betelgeuse, but just as much at the Admiral. Turns out the Barge is still a trap.]

Okay, you can do this. Most of what's tough about being a warden is just being here, so if you like that, you've already got most people beaten. From what I've seen temp wardens mostly just ignore you, and being a permanent warden is--

I guess it kind of depends on the person you get assigned to, but if you need help, I'll help you.

Really?

[he squeaks this out, stunned]

Yeah. Really.

[P a u s e .]

I know-- Hange is exhausted. Bill too, I think. I think the only reason I'm not is because I'm selfish enough to blow people off when I'm burned out. So yeah, I can help.

[And the old demon inmate might have just accepted the help and left it at that.

The new, human warden tilts his head to one side, frowning. They're burned out. He burned them out.

Shit. He never had a problem taking from others before. And while he did try to help Bill a few times, he feels terrible about himself. Better to leave the people who he hurt alone]

Maybe this is something I gotta do on my own.

[Well that's--

Just, super new. Rhys was pretty sure just offering was going to get him a laundry list of questions about what to do.

When he answers, his voice is warm.]

Yeah. And maybe it's best to see if you actually need the help before you go looking for it. I told you you were on the way to graduating.

[He exhales, just a little. Holy shit. Emotions are so much easier to pick up on now. It's so weird]

It doesn't feel real. And when it does, it's terrifying.

Yeah. It was a big, weird, sudden change.

Do you think it was just turning human that let you graduate? It feels kind of unfair.

You're asking me? I just learned what wind is.

It was your graduation. Who else am I supposed to ask?

[But the wind comment was a reminder:]

Get the admiral to give you a fully stocked kitchen, and get your list. I'll find a cookbook, and let's do some being alive together.

Okay. Got it. On it.

I'll see you in half an hour, okay?

[In the mean time, he's going to go look for dramatic ways to cook halloumi.]

[and lo and behold, a kitchen is granted.

BJ stands in the middle of it all, frowning, his arms crossed as he stares perplexed at the stove.]

[Rhys arrives when he said he would, knocks, then tests the door handle, just to see if Betelgeuse has developed a concept of home security. He has a chunky, hard back recipe book covered in ridiculously overproduced food photography tucked under his arm.]

Edited 2020-08-03 16:52 (UTC)

[what are locks when you're a demon? Come on in, Rhys, the door's open.

Betelgeuse, who has set more fires in his life than most, fires up the stove to watch the flames]

[Don't mind if he does! Rhys enters, and glances around, spotting Betelguse in the kitchen quickly.]

Hey. You look a little better.

[Rhys approaches, sets his cookbook on the counter, and leans in for a kiss on the cheek.]

Annnnd, now that I think about it, we should probably also ask for a fire alarm, huh?

[BJ turns around at Rhys' entrance and gives him a really, really tight hug back, physically picking him up off the ground before setting him down very quickly. Whoa - was he always that heavy? Must have been]

Hi, Stringbean! Also I figured out how the stove works!

[Rhys laughs, taking the hug as an opportunity to smooth a hand up the back of Betelgeuse's neck, through his hair, over his cheek-- He's just soft all over now.]

Nice work. I'm pretty sure that's like-- step one in most of these recipes.

[Rhys takes a half step back, and reaches down to flick open the cookbook on the counter.]

I mean-- we might need to like, decide what we're putting on there, but no harm in getting it all hot first, right?

[He shivers, grinning as Rhys' hand runs over pale, warm skin instead of a cold green corpse.]

Oh my god, I just thought of something. Sex is going to feel awkward. And amazing! Right? So wet.

Hey, can we do burgers? Care Bear says they're his favorite.

You've been human for three weeks and you only just started thinking about what sex would be like? Jeeze, it must have been bad out there.

[Rhys flicks through a few pages of the cook book, looking for a burger recipe, when something occurs to him, and he glances up at Betelgeuse.]

Wait, is your tongue different now? Is your dick different?

[Admittedly, it's not like his dick was quite as alien as the curving forked tongue, but it was still pretty groady and undead.]

Edited 2020-08-03 23:52 (UTC)

I have working taste buds, of course my tongue is different!

And maybe! I don't spend a lot of time looking at it. I'd show you but that would be inappropriate.

Just for the record, I am definitely on the list of people you're safe to be inappropriate with.

[He pushes away from the counter, straightening up to face Betelgeuse again, setting his hands loosely on the man's shoulder's with a smile.]

But if you're feeling shy, maybe you could just show me the tongue?

You're gonna wish you hadn't said that.

[He leers, just a little, enough to let that old spark of a personality in for a second. BJ sticks out his tongue; pink and normal-looking!]

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