Chester A. Arthur Living Room - Thursday morning

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Prince Edward was seated on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television by way of remote control. The things he's learned since coming to this place. Ahhhh.

But he wasn't in the mood for happy. No, he was not. He woke up in a foul mood and longed for something to hunt. Perhaps Rangering tomorrow would prove worthy. His dark mood will no doubt last till then.

Someone should cook him breakfast, for his stomach would not shut up.


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Hannibal had a mun who thought she was funny didn't want to be awake but he was even if that meant stumbling out into the living room area without a shirt and blearily blinking at Edward.

He'd forgotten they lived together now.

"Oh look, it's my favorite prince," he said, smiling tiredly.

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Edward had forgotten also.

Sparing him a glance, he replied, "Yes, and you should cook me breakfast."

Because he was his favorite prince.

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"Ha ha, funny joke," Hannibal replied, making no move to do anything but sit down and not fall back to sleep again. "Something wrong with your hands that you can't do that yourself?"

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"I do not jest," he grumbled. "And what a strange question. Of course there is nothing wrong with my hands. Should you like to see them up close?" A beat. "Your eyes are bleary, messy head. And you forgot to dress."

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"I just woke up," he said, sending a look Edward's way. "This is how I look when I wake up. Typically, I have a room and a door that closes and not a stupid curtain. And I'm not cooking you breakfast. Do it yourself, Prince."

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"Yes, well, you share a room with a girl that is yours; I find my little space here rather quaint in a peasantville sort of way." Blink. Sigh. "Alas, I cannot. But if I could, I would not share it, beadhead."

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"Think about what you just said," Hannibal said, ignoring the insult. His hair was pretty bad right now. "I share a room. With a girl. My girlfriend. Imagine all the benefits of that."

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"I know that," he said. "Though I do not care to imagine you with my sister." Fake or not. Ew. "I will be sharing a room with someone who is not my girlfriend." Ahh, but if he were sharing a room with Adora, he just might not ever leave it. She was amazing!

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"What, you don't like to imagine Angela and I sleeping together?" he asked purposefully. Edward shouldn't have told him that. "She's very warm."

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"Stop it," he warned. "I do not need to imagine that, no." He waved both hands. "Go away pictures behind my eyes."

Ahh, but he could get Hannibal back! "I am more than certain Adora is warmer."

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"How are you more certain?" Hannibal asked, ignoring the absurdity of this argument. Immature was his middle name sometimes. "Have you ever been close to Angela?"

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Absurd and immature were right up Edward's alley. "Princes just know these things, shirtless boy. Take my word for it. Adora is soft and lovely and warm..."

And he'll stop right there because he was feeling needy.

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Lucky for Edward Hannibal didn't go so far as to lie and say he'd felt it too and wasn't impressed. He liked Adora too much for that.

"I have no reason to keep a shirt on," he retorted. "When you look like this, you don't need clothes."

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He raised his brows, gave Hannibal a pointed once-over. "In that case, I don't need clothes either."

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"Oh, don't do that, I don't need to go blind," Hannibal said, covering his eyes. Truth be told, Edward probably looked fine but that wasn't the point.

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He narrowed his eyes. "Such strange words. I am every bit as fit as you."

Hmph. He was.

A quick glance at the other boy's abs made him grumble.

Perhaps not as fit, but he was a prince! So there was that! Ah-hah!

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"Probably not," he said casually, not catching the glance but his ego didn't care anyway. "Few people are. You can look though. I know you wanna."

Or Hannibal just wanted to be a jackass. One or the other.

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"I do not care to look at you. Why would you think I would? I don't 'wanna'. Do not say such a thing again else I will be forced to..." Um. "...just do not say such a thing."

He stared forward, at the television.

Someone needed to make him some breakfast!

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"You liiiiiiike me," Hannibal said, deciding not to heed Edward's words because, well, because. "Sorry, Eddie, I'm taken and stuff."

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He glaaaared at Hannibal. "I like you for the sake of Adora."

Wait.

"And I know you like me too." Ah-hah! Take that! "You did say I was your favorite prince. But you cannot have me either. I am taken. And stuff."

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"Sarcasm goes right over your head, doesn't it?" Hannibal asked. "Because, wow."

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"I am not certain what sarcasm means but if you are attempting to mock me, or my head, you shall pay for it."

One day, Edward might come across a dictionary. Not that he would read it, mind you.

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"I shall pay?" he repeated, snorting. "How? You gonna keep trying to get me to cook you breakfast?"

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"Well are you not hungry yourself? You could cook enough for both of us and I shall not complain over burnt toast." Grin!

See, he could be entirely pleasant when his mood was foul.

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"Look, Princess, I am not cooking you anything." No matter that he couldn't cook at all. "You're going to have to get your hands dirty which, I know, is such a pain for you considering those girly hands of yours."