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Well, if you’re very curious, [She leads, sounding half distracted by wrapping a portion of her hair in the towel-] I think the phrase ‘conceited bastard’ has come up from time to time. Complaints about pranks…

[Saying that doesn’t seem too dangerous for sewing unpleasantness between them, given how Red Wine is smirking about all of it. It must be like Keith and Lance’s friendship – marked just as much by playful (?) insults as it is words of care.

Finally she sets the towel in her lap,] One might assume you hated each other, if you weren’t living in the same house.

[Casually calling you two out.]

[He huffs out a gentle laugh and doesn't meet her eyes, instead drifting his attention to the room's window.]

We've been standing together for a long time. [Red Wine quiets then, thinking, the tips of his fingertips pressed lightly together and a tiny frown on his face that clears almost as soon as it appears.]

I do hate him, because I know him well enough to hate him. [Then, he shakes his head.] But I'm used to him, and no one knows me better than he does.

[Here she gives them an odd look, shaking her head.]

I cannot understand that. [For Allura, hate and like are so clearly opposite, it’s hard to conflate the two,] If I hated someone, I wouldn’t be living with them. Or standing together, as it were.

[She thought of Zarkon, someone she once trusted, now she’s convinced she would gladly end his life if she had the opportunity. There was no space for affection there.] Are you friends, or are you enemies?

We're--

[Complicated. Gods, they're so complicated and especially now, but he doesn't know Allura nearly well enough to...]

'Rivals' might be the best word. It isn't right, but it's close enough.

[But rivals for what? They never really had anything to fight over - something that they both wanted but only one of them could have. And yet, they were rivals over many things. Enemies, though? No, never that.]

I have enemies and I don't count Steak amongst them. When you spent two centuries with someone you grow accustomed to them... and how you act when you're around them.

[The lines of her frown grow deeper, and she shakes her head slightly. Complicated isn’t even scratching the surface.]

I can’t pretend to understand that stance.

[Honestly. Let it never be said that Allura doesn’t speak her mind.]

If you enjoy being around him, then you are friends. Do you enjoy your time spent with him? If not, then why would you spend two-hundred years with him?

No, I find that most people don't.

[Understand it, that is. Most people don't have the 'benefit' of having been around someone for the length of time that he and Steak have, while maintaining their particular, peculiar relationship. Or having been around them for long enough to see how they are together, even through their arguments.

He shakes his head. It isn't as simple as enjoyment. Would he say he actively dislikes being around Steak? Well... no, or he wouldn't spend time with him.]

Allura-- Have you ever had someone in your life that you know that you would be an entirely different person without? Someone who has defined you for as long as you can remember existing? That is what Steak is to me. I despised him from the moment I first laid eyes on him, but at the same time... I wouldn't be who I am if he wasn't with me.

[Someone who has defined you for as long as you can remember existing?]

No. I don't know what that is like. [Her voice takes a more somber, heavy tone, gaze flickering down, and looking somewhere far beyond anything in the room. Aside from Coran, she's outlived everyone she's ever know or will know. Well, save for one,] And the only person I know like that, I would gladly kill him, if we ever crossed paths again.

[Good talk. She shifts in her chair, letting some of the gravity drop from the conversation, as she considers what he's really talking about.] But... I think I know what you are talking about. I have not known them for long, but Keith and Lance - the humans. My life would not be the same if not for them.

[He makes a soft sound.]

There is someone I would gladly bleed the life out of, as well... [Though Food Souls don't die quite so easily as humans do, and it might be a task to get the job done... he'd see it through one day.]

But maybe you do understand a little. [Red Wine tips his head slightly and smiles at her.]

I wouldn't call Steak my friend. The bond we have is far deeper and more complicated than that.

[She has to resist shaking her head at the melodrama. Red Wine isn’t so different from Steak, she decides. Just in a different way.]

I think you both might benefit from making it less complicated.

[Said with a small laugh. Suddenly remembering herself, she shifts on the couch, picking up the package,]

That’s right… I came here to deliver this to Steak. He left it at DiplomaTea. I trust you can see that he receives it.

[She isn't wrong, though neither of them would easily admit it.

He reaches over for the package, lifting it out of her hands and setting it to one side. It's not his business what's in it. At least one of them has a sense of the others privacy.]

I will, thank you. I'm not sure where he is now, but I can't imagine he'll be too long. Did you want to wait?

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