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Modern Thedas AU
When Bull arrived at the party last night, he hadn't actually been intending to crash. He didn't even get that tipsy, but by the end of the night he was too tired and too loose to really want to make the trip. Sera let him sleep on the couch and he'd been out like a light.
Still, he has the habit of waking up early. When he does, he puts away the fold-out bed and makes sure the living room looks more or less normal. After that, he shuffles into the kitchen to start poking through the cabinets and fridge. He figures it'll be a while before Sera crawls into the light of day, but he could stand to make some breakfast for whoever happens to be around.
Especially if, like Sera says, her roommate is actually around. Bull hadn't seen anyone new at the party, but then, he hadn't spent a lot of time wandering around. He tended to settle somewhere and let people come to him; it's easier on his knee.
He finds enough in the kitchen to make a sweet bread. He's impressed Sera has yeast and wonders absently if it's from his visit a few weeks ago; he'd come over to bake something for her, he can't remember what now. Doesn't matter. Two hours later, there are two braided loaves cooling on the stove top and the kitchen smells pleasantly of caradamom. Bull starts coffee after that and debates cooking more. He knows how much Sera can put away when she's hung over.
Still, he has the habit of waking up early. When he does, he puts away the fold-out bed and makes sure the living room looks more or less normal. After that, he shuffles into the kitchen to start poking through the cabinets and fridge. He figures it'll be a while before Sera crawls into the light of day, but he could stand to make some breakfast for whoever happens to be around.
Especially if, like Sera says, her roommate is actually around. Bull hadn't seen anyone new at the party, but then, he hadn't spent a lot of time wandering around. He tended to settle somewhere and let people come to him; it's easier on his knee.
He finds enough in the kitchen to make a sweet bread. He's impressed Sera has yeast and wonders absently if it's from his visit a few weeks ago; he'd come over to bake something for her, he can't remember what now. Doesn't matter. Two hours later, there are two braided loaves cooling on the stove top and the kitchen smells pleasantly of caradamom. Bull starts coffee after that and debates cooking more. He knows how much Sera can put away when she's hung over.
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The ride is exhilarating. Having never been on a motorcycle before, he has nothing to compare it to, but it's fun to feel the wind on his face, to feel unrestricted and free and slightly daring. But best of all, Dorian is pleased to note, is the necessary proximity to Bull. It's so nice that he's reluctant to relinquish his hold when they come to a stop. At least he has plenty to look forward to. His arms fall from around Bull's waist, and afterward Bull helps him off the unusually large machine, so Dorian winds up having to pull his hands away from Bull twice, which is really quite unfair.
Bull's home is small, but especially compared to Dorian's current living arrangements, it feels spacious. It's been some time since he's known anyone with a proper house. He looks around curiously, can't help it. The ceilings are high, but that's no surprise. They would have to be. The kitchen is genuinely cute, and sports several more pink accent towels than he was expecting. "This is charming," he compliments. "Has it always been just you here?"
It strikes him after he asks that the question could be construed in a far more personal way than he'd intended it. Hopefully Bull doesn't mind.
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He kind of misses having the company, but Krem has plenty of reasons to want to live alone, not the least of which being that he is finally, tentatively, starting to date and having a massive Qunari roommate is not always conducive to that. Bull doesn't mind: he's still an excellent wing man when Krem needs it.
He nods to the pegs on the wall where Dorian can hang his helmet and his jacket, if he wants. Bull shrugs out of his own to leave it there.
"Had to remember how to cook after he moved out," he quips. "Krem does the menu at the cafe."
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"If he was responsible for the curry today, perhaps I've made dinner plans with the wrong man," he teases. It had been a true taste of home, unlike anything he's eaten since leaving Tevinter. He drifts closer to Bull as he talks, far enough into his personal space as to be clear in his interest, yet not quite bold enough to touch. "But then, I haven't so quickly forgotten your sweetbread. You've set expectations high, Bull."
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The way he asks suggests that there is no wrong answer - if Dorian would rather sit at the little kitchen table and hold conversation from there, Bull is just as content to do the work himself. He turns on a few more lights so the space over the counter top is bright.
"Did Sera get any of the bread or did you hoard it?" He looks over with a grin and lifts his eyebrow. Dorian seemed quite enamored with it and Bull wouldn't be surprised if the only evidence of its existence had been the lingering scent of cardamom in the air.
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As they talk, Dorian quickly removes his jacket, hanging it near Bull's, and then joins him by the counter. "Because I am a considerate friend and roommate, she got a loaf to herself," he sighs regretfully. "Not that she deserved it. She ate so quickly that I'm not certain she actually tasted it."
But Bull's smile is quite charming, and Dorian can't really be annoyed. He smiles back a moment later. "What will we make today?"
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"Butter chicken, lemongrass curry with shrimp and rice. If you want something hot, we can do lamb in chili curry."
Bull's gotten better at adjusting spice levels for people that aren't used to the punch chili peppers can pack. But Dorian's from the north, and Bull can't help but wonder where his tastes fall.