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[He laughs against Oren's mouth at that, warm and amused.]

Actual other interests, or other things I'd be interested in doing with you?

[Ryan leans back just enough to give him a teasing little grin, one hand reaching up to comb through Oren's hair.]

I mean, you know I wouldn't mind either way, but I'm just making sure here.

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[That gets a laugh.]

I'd meant the first, but you should know by now that the latter has me curious as well.

[Again, he lifts a hand from the counter, this time to snake around Ryan's hips and pull him closer, up against him. Oren kisses his jaw.]

It sounds nice, doesn't it? To share such things.

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It is nice.

[Ryan gently corrects him as he lets Oren pull him close, a soft murmur of appreciation humming low in his throat at that kiss. One hand reaches out to settle on the counter, steadying himself, and he leans down to kiss the top of Oren's head in turn.

And then despite their closeness, despite making that leading comment himself, what Oren gets is:]

I could show you how to knit. You're good with your hands, I think you could manage it.

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[Despite where his own head usually lies, that gets a genuine chuckle.]

Knit? I'll do my best to learn whatever with my hands that you'd suggest. [His hand smooths down Ryan's back, ending just level with his hips.] What else?

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Cooking, maybe? I'll show you a few things I used to make at home, maybe you can make things from yours.

[The hand in his hair shifts, straying close to one of his antlers-- Ryan's fingers twitch toward it, but he stops short of touching it, unsure whether Oren would rather ignore them (or if they hurt him at all.)]

Can I--?

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Yes, let's do something like that some time. I could use your help with cooking.

[For multiple reasons! He smiles, and though the fingers by his antlers are a little startling, he doesn't react with anything but a small chuckle.]

Go ahead.

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I'll help, then. I like to think I'm not bad at it.

[He matches that smile, tentatively running his fingertips along Oren's antler once he's given permission; he's never actually touched one, isn't sure how they feel, and he's been dying to know.

Besides, it's yet another excuse not to keep his hands off Oren, and he'll take what he can get there.]

Do these hurt? Once they've stopped growing, I mean, I figure that's... not comfortable.

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Only when I've forgotten them and hit something low hanging.

[It's not too often, thankfully, with Oren's height as it is. But he still has snagged a door or two, a low hanging tree branch, an open cabinet... He bends his head a bit to allow for Ryan to touch at them. They're cold, like the rest of him, and a little fuzzy; he hadn't been expecting to be able to feel from them, but somehow the light touches earn a quick shiver.]

It's quite difficult to sleep, though. Ruined a few pillows that way.

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I can imagine. Has it gotten any easier...?

[That shiver doesn't go unnoticed, and he continues to gently stroke the fuzz despite the antlers' matching chill. It's actually sort of cute, he really wasn't expecting that part.]

I could make you covers from them. Something soft, so they won't tear your pillows-- and if they're fitted on each of the pointy bits here then you can't tear them, they're not going to be able to snag.

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It's gotten a bit easier, yes. Though if I don't wake up with a torn pillow, it's a sore arm.

[He laughs, head tilting slightly at the continued stroking. It's not quite a tickle, but it has even his shoulders bunching up a little as another laugh slips out with the latest suggestion.]

Sleeves for my antlers? Really?

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Yes, really!

[He traces over each little branch of it as he speaks, pretending it's just to illustrate his point. How long will Oren let him get away with this? He doesn't know, but he does intend to find out.]

One here... and one here, and here... see? Individual sleeves, so your antlers won't get caught on them.