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Zitao’s expression was growing more and more horrified by the second as Digby paid no attention to Kyungsoo’s voice until he nearly screamed the dog’s name, but it was enough to grab Digby’s attention. The man sighed in relief once the dog trotted over to where Kyungsoo was, but where the man’s hand laid outstretched, Digby didn’t rub his head against the palm or anything. Digby merely walks close enough to nearly be pet but not enough. Zitao noticed from the first time he had seen Kyungsoo and Digby together, that the owner didn’t actually pet or give any physical attention to him. It was odd for Zitao, but he made no comment, he was odd himself. If only his goddamn sixth sense wasn’t such piece of shit, or maybe if he actually had an ability, then he could figure why Kyungsoo seemed off to him. His gaze seemed to be dazed as he stared at Kyungsoo’s hand before a tiny yelp brought his thoughts back to the present, eyes shifting over to Candy as she dashed her over to Digby’s side once more. “Oh—Candy—” But Zitao couldn’t reject the sudden turn of events, pursing his lips as he tried to muffle the sudden attack of coughing. “She still goes back to him…I can’t believe your dog actually violated Candy and I.” Zitao mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest in order to warm himself up a bit more.

    A sense of relief washes over the pie-maker once Digby is calm. To his surprise, the usually boisterous Zitao asks no questions as to his lack of physical contact with Digby— and to his fortune also. If only he could reward the canine with loving scratches behind his ears. Instead Kyungsoo sits back on his haunches, pride swelling his chest for his loyal friend. He hopes Digby can feel it too (they can do that sort of thing, apparently). Candy is quick to find Digby’s side and the scandalized look on Zitao’s expression tugs one of great amusement for the pie-maker’s. That is until the other falls into a fit of coughing. Kyungsoo flits over to him, outstretching a hand with slight trepidation and rubbing Zitao’s back. “He stopped, no? Come on—” Gently turning the other into the direction of his room, Kyungsoo hopes they don’t find Candy and Digby in the similar fashion they did minutes ago. “I swear he’s fixed, okay?”

Zitao was back to his sick ridden self, catching’s Kyungsoo’s amusement written over his face before it morphed of one of concern once he lapsed into a small fit of coughs. He would have made a witty sort of comment, but his cough was having none of that. The man only casts a weak glare toward an oblivious Digby who returned his attention to ever so cheerful Candy who seemed to want play some other sort of game. But soon he was shuffled out of the living by Kyungsoo’s guiding hand, another frown setting in his features. “Well at least he’s neutered…or else I’d be having a litter of pups when she’s barely a year old herself…” The man grumbled to himself, slipping back into his covers once back in his room and sighing in relief before he sneezed a few times. “Oh my god, I’m dying…” Zitao groaned, burying his head in his pillow and shaking his head. “Can I have my medicine…?” Zitao hated how he sounded like such a kid when sick, but he really didn’t even want to move anymore. 

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[ → ✉ ] GASPS.

[ → ✉ ] YOU WOULDN’T DEPRIVE ME OF PIE

[ → ✉ ] YOU JUST WOULDN’T.

[ → ✉ ] DON’T YOU LIE TO ME.

[ txt : zitao ] i would…

[ txt : zitao ] the best and only pie-maker in seoul…

[ txt : zitao ] depriving you..

[ → ✉ ] i’m almost certain you aren’t the only one–

[ → ✉ ] i’ll just pour my love for pie somewhere else then. hah.

Zitao led them back to Esther’s place, frowning at the young woman for being referred to as a kid. “Hey, I am not a messy eater and much less a kid…at times.” He muttered to himself, but threw a cheeky grin towards her. “Let’s hope he didn’t too much by now then, or else he’ll have a stomach ache and I am not helping you take care of a kid vomiting all over the place.

"You should try being me and taking care of a sick child." She laughed and shook her head, taking care of a kid proved odd when you can’t exactly see what’s going one. "Lets hope no one gets sick from sugar overdose."

Zitao pursed his lips lightly, “Ah, you’re right. It proves to be difficult in your case…Maybe I’ll be nice then and help you out.” He ended with a smile, the man leading Esther in the direction back to her apartment where Jiho, Draco, and cookies surely awaited them. “Either way, I’m sure no one will. You just need to exercise your power over us and tell us to stop eating when we’ve had too many cookies.”

Zitao grimaced from the sudden pinch and pull on his cheek, rubbing the spot of impact and scoffing gently from the cheeky grin and kiss to his hip. “I’m not jealous—” much. “Since you’re new, I’ll just think of you as a new toy for her. She can easily entertain herself with you, like biting you and such things. Just don’t bite back.” He reasoned with a small smirk, reaching to tug a strand from Sehun’s hair. “And don’t pinch my cheek again. It hurts.”

sehun laughs and wrinkles his nose at him. “you’re totally jealous.” but he’s okay with zitao being jealous. just to rile him up, he pinches his hyung’s cheek again. though, he felt like being nice so he popped a noisy kiss onto his cheek and then one onto candy’s fur. “she’s so much cuter than her owner. i bet she could get more boys.” he looked up, an impish look swirling in his eyes.

Zitao made an obvious noise of protest when Sehun pinched his cheek once more and topped it off with a obnoxious kiss to it, but he knew it was the younger’s way of just being relatively nice to him so he let it pass. Candy’s reaction was a small yelp from the kiss placed upon her fur, tail wagging furiously from happiness as she pawed at Sehun’s chest before she jumped off swiftly and pattered towards the kitchen. “Looks like she got tired of her toy,” Zitao added with a small smirk, glancing back down at Sehun to find the wicked look in his gaze from his sly comment. “You’re just on a roll, aren’t you?” The man muttered, reaching down to pinch both of Sehun’s cheeks and pull at them. “You’re annoying but you’re lucky I like you too.”

"I…" She thought best how to answer. Biting her lip a moment in thought. "Probably not. I mean if I’m comfortable there isn’t a lot I back down from. And if I’m not there will just be a lot of awkward laughing and running from the room. So either way you would get some good entertainment."

“I think I’ll look forward to you running away and laughing at the same time then. I can’t pass up that opportunity,” Zitao stated with a playful smile, tilting his head a bit as he spoke once more. “Though, the latter option seems much more appealing. But that’s just my opinion–”

[ → ✉ ] I think I got that idea. I’ll be nice to you okay? somewhat. :^)

[ → ✉ ] At least add ‘Zitao, my /charming/, perverted friend.’

[ → ✉ ] oh damn, you’re right. tell me when you do then, i’ll add it to my calendar—

( sms: zitao, the greatest ) I’m composed, at least to most people I am.

( sms: zitao, the greatest ) Zitao, my charming perverted friend. Are you happy now?

( sms: zitao, the greatest ) I’ll tell you in fifty years and when I do, I hope all of your calendars will burn. 

[ → ✉ ] yes, yes. I am Nicky, my virgin porn commentator friend.

[ → ✉ ] oh come on–you won’t be /that/ old when you finally have sex. and don’t take your angry on my calendars, they’re only doing their job of reminding me of embarrassing moments of my friends.