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[hyperthymesis]

As Worick trudged up the stairs to the apartment, he swore to himself he'd never take another job to find a cheating lover ever again. He'd gotten all the way to the client's house only to find her and her husband had made up, and there was nothing for him to be paid for.

"At least I have Alex's cooking to look forward to..." He sighed as he opened the door. It took him a moment after plunking down on the couch next to Nic that not only was there obviously no food being cooked, Alex wasn't even home.

"Where's Alex?" He asked after nudging Nic with his elbow to get his attention.

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[uppers]

Silently laughing despite being shoved away SO RUDELY, Nic has to put the container down on the counter to keep from dropping it and spreading the smell unintentionally. Who knows what it is, it's so far gone the sludge inside could hardly be called food. Maybe it's something from before Alex even wound up staying with them.

"Not sure it was even food before. Did you cook it?"

[hyperthymesis]

It's not rude if it was deserved. Worick sets the rice down before gingerly picking up the container to shove it into a bunch of bags before dropping it into the trash. He quickly washed his hands before going back to digging through the various containers that had tiny amounts of food left in them. Who the hell kept putting things like this back?

"I doubt it. Smelled more like your cooking."