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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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"Ah, damn... I didn't pick anything up, because I thought Alex was going shopping today. And I didn't even make any money, since the job fell through." A small voice in the back of his mind suggested that maybe he was relying on her to do too much.

"I could order some pizza? We've got some cash left, right?"

"No work, no money."

That was the long and short of it. Jobs this week had been monumentally fruitless, so for the time being... they had nothing. Nic sits there for a moment with an expression most probably couldn't read, watching Worick pout and with a sigh he stands up, reaches out to flick the blonde on the forehead with his thumb and index finger, and trudges into the kitchen. Right for the fridge. He starts pulling out assorted things, looking at them, turning them over, upside down and even smelling a couple.

Ugh. THAT ONE's out of date.

Well, it's worth a shot. He's hungry too, and if they can't order pizza they were left to their own devices.

After spending a few more seconds pouting, he pulls himself up to join Nic at the fridge. God only knows what mess they'd end up having to eat if he let Nic even attempt to make anything. Sighing, he eyed what little was actually edible in the fridge.

"Hmmm... Maybe there's still some rice...? I could try making a risotto..." Opening a cupboard, he finds a tiny amount of rice. "How did we manage to go this long without restocking on food?"

Nic's not even paying attention, so he doesn't know that there's a question on the table. He's too busy gagging at the smell coming from a un labeled container. GOD how long has this been here? He suffers wordlessly for a moment before he stops, and thinks. Suddenly, as Worick is wondering about the rice he's going to have that same container shoved in his face.

And Nic will just grin.

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He hadn't really been expecting an answer anyway. His attention had gone back to the contents of the cupboard to see if there was anything to supplement the rice, so he didn't notice the container until it was too late.

"Holy shit! What the hell is that?!" Shouting, he flailed his arm to push Nic and the atrocious stench away.

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?"

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."

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