[ Oh? The way one of Sunday's wings tries to hide his face like that is too cute, and that single thought comes to Gallagher with little restraint. Maybe it's strange to think of the other man in that regard, but it's rare to catch such moments. He'll treasure the memory of it, tucked away like a cherished photo. ]
Glad you liked it, but I'd be embarrassed to call myself a drinksmith if it wasn't any good.
[ He's only arrogant when it comes to his mixes, okay. Let him bask in that praise.
He clears away the counter of the shaker and the rest of the bottles, making space for the cake that's coming up next. A small plate with a lid is taken out from the fridge underneath the counter, and it looks modest enough. When he takes away the lid, a small piece of the strawberry cheesecake is revealed. The strawberries are massive, as is characteristic of the ones from Akonyako.
It's nothing fancy, but he's not exactly a dessert person. ]
... If you end up liking this one too, then there's more where it came from.
[Once again Sunday glances back at Gallagher to watch his every movement. In the same way that he did before, to watch exactly how the man moves. He hates to admit it but there's a part of Sunday that is fascinated with the man right now. It's infuriating. Annoyingly charming man as he is. ...
The dessert is placed before him and Sunday glances at it. It's nothing terribly fancy but he can imagine his sister calling the piece of cheesecake "cute" so that is the word he'll use in his head.]
The one piece will be more than enough, thank you. [He's not a glutton!] I'm only here to taste the work you've done. Not to overindulge.
[Sureee, Sunday. Now he's picking up the small fork and taking a neat bite from the corner of the cheesecake to put in his mouth and...]
[ Gallagher finds that he likes Sunday's gaze on him, so if he looks like he's showing off... he absolutely is. But whatever confidence he may have gained from that is quickly sliced in half when Sunday has nothing much to say about the cake. Maybe it's not the right taste?
There are a million things going through his mind right now. ]
It's no good?
[ He supposes he can't get everything right the first time, but still. That's too bad. ]
[Hm. Sunday closes his eyes for a brief moment as if he might be savouring the sweetness. But then he opens his eyes and regards Gallagher with the fork still lightly tapping his bottom lip. He drags out the moment only because he can tell now that Gallagher is waiting for his approval. And he ... Likes that feeling. Gallagher is more than welcome to hang on to his every word.
But he is feeling benevolent today.]
It's good. You've captured the essence of the strawberries quite well.
[It's just sweet and tangy enough. The freshness and plumpness of the strawberries is just right.]
[ Gallagher looks like a dog waiting for table scraps during dinner time, ears pinned down with his tail wagging slightly. He would have waited a long time too even if it ends in disappointment just because he wants to know what Sunday thinks, but thankfully, he doesn't have to wait that much longer.
He perks up, pleased with the man's overall opinion. Praise from someone like Sunday is always sweeter than others. A smile plays on his lips. ]
Yeah? You sure you only want one slice?
[ He's mostly joking, because Sunday doesn't strike him as the type to overindulge, but still. He might as well offer just in case. ]
But I'm glad you like it. It's my first time making anything like this so I wasn't sure how it was gonna taste, and I know you're particular about your sweets.
[ Or so Robin says, but he's lucky he doesn't have to worry about that. ]
[Gallagher looks happy to hear that Sunday likes the cheesecake. That reaction is more than enough to please a nerve or two in Sunday as well. Yes, good boy. A good hound, indeed.]
One is more than enough for me tonight. Although, I might not mind another slice or two another night.
[Which means maybe he will come back. If Gallagher is truly genuine about this whole... setup. At this point, he better be. Gallagher better not be lying about his intentions.]
For doing such an excellent job for your first try I believe that earns you a reward. As we agreed?
[ Gallagher truly is the goodest of dogs!! He perks up when Sunday implies that he'll be back for more, because that means he did a good job for his first crack at making cheesecake. He'll pat himself on the back later.
When he's reminded of the reward, he blinks once, and then he shrugs. ]
Oh yeah. [ Almost forgot about it, honestly. ] I already got my reward, so we can call it even.
[ It's enough for him that Sunday even wants to eat his cake again. He's a simple Hound, at the end of the day. ]
I thought about it at first, but what I got from you just now is more than enough.
[ Plus, the fact that Sunday is still eating the cheesecake is making him happy. As a drinksmith, the customer's satisfaction has always been his top priority, so to go as far as pleasing Sunday too— well, he'll just pat himself on the back now. ]
Unless you want to spoil this old Hound, then I won't say no.
[Well, he does pause for a fraction of a second to stare at Gallagher as if he might suggest that exact thing. What if he did wish to spoil Gallagher if only to see how much of a good boy he can be? Also, the fact that Gallagher seems pleased enough with Sunday being happy with a snack and a delicious drink... It makes him feel something he will think about later.
For now, his lips give the smallest of a smile as he looks away quietly.]
[ Next time. How strange that such a simple phrase can bring him so much joy. Is this his old age coming up to him? (Or just the reminder of how time can't be infinite, even if he wants it to be?)
He smothers that thought with a smile, busying himself with cleaning the counter now while Sunday eats. ]
I'll look forward to it, but for now— enjoy the rest of the cake. And if you want more to drink, I can make it non-alcoholic too.
[He continues to nibble at his cake much like a bird might nibble at something slowly. Each bite is careful and small. He savours the strawberry sweetness. And licks up a bit of sugar from his bottom lip.]
Thank you. The drink you made for me is more than enough for now. Although... It makes me curious. If there a drink that you prefer?
[ And it's one Gallagher isn't entirely sure he has an answer. Preferences are difficult to pinpoint with him, if only because he doesn't know if they're truly his own or someone else's. He tries not to think about it too much. ]
I'm not sure— I've never really thought about it. [ His priority as a drinksmith has always been about what the customer wants (needs) at the time. ] Got any suggestions?
[ As it is, he's already made up of several parts from other people, so he doesn't see why he won't like Sunday's suggestion. He starts pulling out the bottles to mix the drink for himself right now. ]
There's actually one drink that comes to mind when you said those ingredients, but I don't think this is what you were thinking of.
[ First, he fills a highball glass with ice cubes before pouring some vodka in it. He follows it up with the cranberry and orange juice, adding a splash of peach Schnapps on top. The resulting drink looks a lot like the sunset horizon, reminiscent of his eyes.
[Sunday didn't think he would be so interested in the colour of alcoholic drinks but the mix that Gallagher so expertly crafts is quite beautiful. It is a gorgeous sunset colour, warm and inviting.
The drink's name makes Sunday tilt his head and his wings twitch just slightly in curiosity. Sex on the beach... Did Sunday really pick out a drink like that?]
Is that so? And why is it called that? Is it only the inventor being cheeky?
[ Gallagher lifts up the drink to inspect it, and this close, it's easy to see the colour's resemblance with his eyes. He takes a sip of it, looking quite pleased with himself soon after. It's delicious, but that's not surprising. ]
Maybe. Or maybe they thought of the drink while watching the sunset on the beach. [ In the middle of banging someone, but he'll spare Sunday the obscene mention. ] Who knows.
But it's fun to think about why someone would name their things. It could give you a glimpse of what kind of person they are.
[Gallagher doesn't have to fill in the scene for him. He understands where that was going... And he merely hums under his breath for it.]
If that's the case it makes me curious what you would name your creations.
[Sunday should take his leave very soon but... Perhaps he's enjoying the conversation now. And that's a very rare thing for Sunday to have. Gallagher is something else... He still wonders if this is all an act. Or if the other man is enjoying this too.]
[ Meanwhile, Gallagher is more than happy to keep the conversation going since Sunday is sticking around. He's surprised, of course, because he fully expected the man to leave as soon as he's had his fill of cake and drink, but this has been pleasant. It's not everyday the two of them have a chance to simply just talk, so he might as well take advantage of it.
He takes another sip of his drink, the smile on his face never quite fading, but there's something more subdued about it now. ]
Hm. If it were me, I guess I'll call this one "The Last Sunset," or something like that.
[ His drinks have always had that sort of theme, like an ending he's just waiting for to happen. ]
[Once again, Sunday doesn't find himself a person who might understand the deeper intricacies of drink mixing but he does enjoy finding the deeper meaning behind names and words.
He picks up his drink and takes a small delicate sip from the straw.]
Are you anticipating the end to something, Mister Gallagher?
[ A genuine question deserves a sincere answer, but Gallagher finds that difficult to do. As someone who's always surrounded himself with lies, sidestepping the truth is easier than leaving himself vulnerable.
Sunday has always been perceptive, however, so if he calls him out on it... ]
You're looking too deeply into it. It's just a name.
[A curious answer, of course. Sunday can tell that there is something deeper to it. Simply by the tone of Gallagher's voice or the way he thinly smiles.
He has a small urge to use the Harmony. Perhaps he could make Gallagher tell him what this meaning truly is and if his assumption is correct. After all, he doesn't like it when others keep things from him...
But he refrains. His eyes lower, almost glowering (pouting) at Gallagher for not saying so.]
If there is one thing I may understand about you is that you are much deeper than you let others believe you to be. You are a secret standing.
You think so? I feel like there's not much to know about me.
[ Sure, there are plenty of things Gallagher can't say, but he figures there isn't much of a point in sharing things that don't belong to him. Not that he can say that out loud, so he can only hope Sunday understands. Maybe if the other man pushes for more, then...
He'll just have figure out how to keep sidestepping. ]
[It's slightly irritating, to be sure. Sunday is used to knowing the answers to the questions he has. But Gallagher has always been a question left unanswered. It makes him direly curious, and perhaps that's why he lingers for as long as he does. Why he's particularly drawn to this messy man.
A part of Sunday wishes to know all of his secrets. To own them, or to own this man.
He lets out a soft sigh.]
So you would say. Although, all old dogs have their stories...
[It comes down to the fact that Sunday wants to know more about Gallagher.]
[ It's not like Gallagher can't read between the lines. While it takes a while for him to get there, the realization does dawn on him that maybe Sunday does want to get to know him better. That's why the other man insists that he must have more stories to tell, that's there more than meets the eye beyond the amalgamation that he is.
He wonders if it will be alright to share parts of him that he wants to be known, even if it might jeopardize his very existence. ]
Why do you wanna hear these stories so badly?
[ Maybe he just wants to hear Sunday confirm it too, that he wants to get to know him beyond the facade called "Gallagher". ]
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Glad you liked it, but I'd be embarrassed to call myself a drinksmith if it wasn't any good.
[ He's only arrogant when it comes to his mixes, okay. Let him bask in that praise.
He clears away the counter of the shaker and the rest of the bottles, making space for the cake that's coming up next. A small plate with a lid is taken out from the fridge underneath the counter, and it looks modest enough. When he takes away the lid, a small piece of the strawberry cheesecake is revealed. The strawberries are massive, as is characteristic of the ones from Akonyako.
It's nothing fancy, but he's not exactly a dessert person. ]
... If you end up liking this one too, then there's more where it came from.
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The dessert is placed before him and Sunday glances at it. It's nothing terribly fancy but he can imagine his sister calling the piece of cheesecake "cute" so that is the word he'll use in his head.]
The one piece will be more than enough, thank you. [He's not a glutton!] I'm only here to taste the work you've done. Not to overindulge.
[Sureee, Sunday. Now he's picking up the small fork and taking a neat bite from the corner of the cheesecake to put in his mouth and...]
...Hm.
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There are a million things going through his mind right now. ]
It's no good?
[ He supposes he can't get everything right the first time, but still. That's too bad. ]
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But he is feeling benevolent today.]
It's good. You've captured the essence of the strawberries quite well.
[It's just sweet and tangy enough. The freshness and plumpness of the strawberries is just right.]
I would have to say... I am impressed.
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He perks up, pleased with the man's overall opinion. Praise from someone like Sunday is always sweeter than others. A smile plays on his lips. ]
Yeah? You sure you only want one slice?
[ He's mostly joking, because Sunday doesn't strike him as the type to overindulge, but still. He might as well offer just in case. ]
But I'm glad you like it. It's my first time making anything like this so I wasn't sure how it was gonna taste, and I know you're particular about your sweets.
[ Or so Robin says, but he's lucky he doesn't have to worry about that. ]
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One is more than enough for me tonight. Although, I might not mind another slice or two another night.
[Which means maybe he will come back. If Gallagher is truly genuine about this whole... setup. At this point, he better be. Gallagher better not be lying about his intentions.]
For doing such an excellent job for your first try I believe that earns you a reward. As we agreed?
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When he's reminded of the reward, he blinks once, and then he shrugs. ]
Oh yeah. [ Almost forgot about it, honestly. ] I already got my reward, so we can call it even.
[ It's enough for him that Sunday even wants to eat his cake again. He's a simple Hound, at the end of the day. ]
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[Sunday asks curiously. Is Gallagher happy with Sunday simply coming here?
He carefully takes another bite of delicious cheesecake, eating neatly like a bird.]
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[ Plus, the fact that Sunday is still eating the cheesecake is making him happy. As a drinksmith, the customer's satisfaction has always been his top priority, so to go as far as pleasing Sunday too— well, he'll just pat himself on the back now. ]
Unless you want to spoil this old Hound, then I won't say no.
[ He's mostly joking. ]
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For now, his lips give the smallest of a smile as he looks away quietly.]
I understand. Perhaps next time, then.
[Since he has decided he would be back.]
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He smothers that thought with a smile, busying himself with cleaning the counter now while Sunday eats. ]
I'll look forward to it, but for now— enjoy the rest of the cake. And if you want more to drink, I can make it non-alcoholic too.
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Thank you. The drink you made for me is more than enough for now. Although... It makes me curious. If there a drink that you prefer?
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[ And it's one Gallagher isn't entirely sure he has an answer. Preferences are difficult to pinpoint with him, if only because he doesn't know if they're truly his own or someone else's. He tries not to think about it too much. ]
I'm not sure— I've never really thought about it. [ His priority as a drinksmith has always been about what the customer wants (needs) at the time. ] Got any suggestions?
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For a man as enigmatic as Gallagher... And for as little as he knows of the man so far?]
I would consider something like a cocktail with several mixes... Something with vodka and rum. And orange juice or cranberry juice?
[Sunday is no expert but he takes his best guess.]
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[ As it is, he's already made up of several parts from other people, so he doesn't see why he won't like Sunday's suggestion. He starts pulling out the bottles to mix the drink for himself right now. ]
There's actually one drink that comes to mind when you said those ingredients, but I don't think this is what you were thinking of.
[ First, he fills a highball glass with ice cubes before pouring some vodka in it. He follows it up with the cranberry and orange juice, adding a splash of peach Schnapps on top. The resulting drink looks a lot like the sunset horizon, reminiscent of his eyes.
He smiles, equal parts amused and fond. ]
They call this one sex on the beach.
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The drink's name makes Sunday tilt his head and his wings twitch just slightly in curiosity. Sex on the beach... Did Sunday really pick out a drink like that?]
Is that so? And why is it called that? Is it only the inventor being cheeky?
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Maybe. Or maybe they thought of the drink while watching the sunset on the beach. [ In the middle of banging someone, but he'll spare Sunday the obscene mention. ] Who knows.
But it's fun to think about why someone would name their things. It could give you a glimpse of what kind of person they are.
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[Gallagher doesn't have to fill in the scene for him. He understands where that was going... And he merely hums under his breath for it.]
If that's the case it makes me curious what you would name your creations.
[Sunday should take his leave very soon but... Perhaps he's enjoying the conversation now. And that's a very rare thing for Sunday to have. Gallagher is something else... He still wonders if this is all an act. Or if the other man is enjoying this too.]
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He takes another sip of his drink, the smile on his face never quite fading, but there's something more subdued about it now. ]
Hm. If it were me, I guess I'll call this one "The Last Sunset," or something like that.
[ His drinks have always had that sort of theme, like an ending he's just waiting for to happen. ]
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[Once again, Sunday doesn't find himself a person who might understand the deeper intricacies of drink mixing but he does enjoy finding the deeper meaning behind names and words.
He picks up his drink and takes a small delicate sip from the straw.]
Are you anticipating the end to something, Mister Gallagher?
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Sunday has always been perceptive, however, so if he calls him out on it... ]
You're looking too deeply into it. It's just a name.
[ But it's obviously more than that. ]
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He has a small urge to use the Harmony. Perhaps he could make Gallagher tell him what this meaning truly is and if his assumption is correct. After all, he doesn't like it when others keep things from him...
But he refrains. His eyes lower, almost glowering (pouting) at Gallagher for not saying so.]
If there is one thing I may understand about you is that you are much deeper than you let others believe you to be. You are a secret standing.
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[ Sure, there are plenty of things Gallagher can't say, but he figures there isn't much of a point in sharing things that don't belong to him. Not that he can say that out loud, so he can only hope Sunday understands. Maybe if the other man pushes for more, then...
He'll just have figure out how to keep sidestepping. ]
I'm just an old Hound without fangs, after all.
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A part of Sunday wishes to know all of his secrets. To own them, or to own this man.
He lets out a soft sigh.]
So you would say. Although, all old dogs have their stories...
[It comes down to the fact that Sunday wants to know more about Gallagher.]
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He wonders if it will be alright to share parts of him that he wants to be known, even if it might jeopardize his very existence. ]
Why do you wanna hear these stories so badly?
[ Maybe he just wants to hear Sunday confirm it too, that he wants to get to know him beyond the facade called "Gallagher". ]
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