would you like fries with that? [zell]

[rhett damon halewile]

It wasn’t everyday that Rhett Halewile slept in late. In fact, normally, he was up the earliest, but the one day he decided his body needed more rest, Zell had to go and wake him up. The least he could have done was wake him up in person, but no, he’d sent him a stream of text messages instead as if he was honestly expected Rhett to come to his every beck and call. By the time he dug through his travel bag to retrieve his phone, he had four text messages waiting for him.


To: Rhettie (8:04AM)
From: Priceless
hey, are you up yet?

To: Rhettie (8:10AM)
From: Priceless
RHETT! wake up, damn it!

To: Rhettie (8:23AM)
From: Priceless
rhett stop smothering your pillow like a love sick puppy and meet me at McD’s. the one we passed on the way here. you know what i’m talking about.

To: Rhettie (8:25AM)
From: Priceless
if you're not here in the next fifteen minutes, then you’re a dead man.


Oh someone was going to die today and it certainly wasn’t going to be Rhett. He growled and groaned, heading over to his second travel bag, the one with all his clothes in it, and dug through. He found a pair of dark wash jeans and a graphic tee that he vaguely remembered throwing into the bag in the first place. Shrugging, Rhett’s mentality reflected “why not?” He grabbed for his cross necklace on the nightstand, only to realize that he was already wearing it. He remembered the day Amelia gave him this necklace. It was for his sixth birthday, the same year he was given his very own Bible. Shaking his thoughts aside, Rhett continued towards the door, remembering that he was being timed.

After nearly tripping on his red combat boots—which he still had no idea why he bought them, though they were very comfortable and blood stains weren’t noticeable—and strapping them on, Rhett headed out the Institute doors. He was sure to quiet his steps, in case anyone else decided to sleep late like he did, though he doubted it. The Nephilim here, like in Tokyo, seemed to take their jobs very seriously and if not for the jet lag, Rhett would have probably joined them in the early morning rush. Curiously, he wondered how early Zell woke up. He bypassed a fat Persian he’d never seen in the couple of days he’d been staying here and made a mental note to ask one of the residents about it later, especially since said cat was waltzing into his room like Rhett specifically opened the door for him to enter.

He made it to the big golden arches with two minutes to spare and walked inside to find Zell waiting for him at a two-person booth. Sighing, Rhett made his way over and plumped down in the seat opposite of him. “I can’t believe you dragged me out this early,” he grumbled. Remembering how Zell was fascinated with American hamburgers, Rhett physically grimaced. “Please tell me you’re not planning to down a burger this early….”

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McDonalds! Zell had been waiting for this day since he arrived to America. Since before then, actually. Good American hamburgers. Well, he'd heard it all, but he'd wanted to try one from McDonalds. Sure, there were probably better hamburgers out there, but this was an infamous place! He wanted to see what made it so revolting to some people and delicious to others. This was an adventure in itself and it was the only thing that was fueling his fire this morning. So far, New York had been a drag. The two girls in the institute were totally mental, Rhett was acting weird, and Zell was the only normal person there it seemed. Pity. He liked being the odd one. So he decided to head off on his own today and let Rhettie sleep. Otherwise, he'd be even more weird and Zell didn't want to deal with that.

Walking up the street, Zell sent a few winks at some girls who then swooned as soon as he was out of sight. He could hear them. That's how loud the swoons were. These American girls were too easy. Except for that Ash girl. She was a spitfire. Yikes. Making it up a few blocks, Zell realized he didn't have his katana. Well, he was in this alone now more than ever. His katana was his best friend beside Rhett. He'd gotten one from his father and the other from his mother, both on the same birthday when he was young. He'd kept them by his side ever since and has become very, very skilled in battle with them. And now look at him. There to fend for himself with nothing.

Achieving his checkpoint, Zell looked up at the golden arches. Yes. This felt good, just standing under them like this. He felt like a true American. On American soil, about to ruin his body with harmful fast food. Yes, he felt as if he belonged here, now! Well, not now. He hadn't even gotten his food yet. Going in, he went to the counter and ordered himself a burger. "We don't start serving lunch until 11:00." Aghast, Zell couldn't help but make a scene! After fluent arguing with the cashier, he finally got himself a nice burger. Then, he ordered Rhett a breakfast burrito to be polite. Wouldn't want to leave him out. After paying, Zell went to a two-seater and sat down. It was 8:00 am?! Rhett should have been awake by now! So, Zell sent him a few texts to help him out with that instead of acknowledging the stares he was getting from numerous people in the restaurant.

"Rhett!"

[/color] Zell said, delighted as his friend walked through the door. Now he didn't have to kill him. It was a good day in the life of Zell Nitar when he didn't have to kill his best friend. Truly, it was. Grinning, Zell watched as Rhett sat down. "No, you're wrong. This is late for us to be awake."[/color] He opened up the wrapper on the burger and the smell was almost heavenly. His mouth fell open in shock at Rhett's doubt in him. "Of course I am. Here. I got you a nice breakfast burrito."[/color] He smirked, content with himself for being so gallant.[/justify][/blockquote]

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[rhett damon halewile]

He was happy to see Zell in such a good mood. It would be better for them to stay this way, avoiding the girls that put them both on edge. Zell must have gotten some good sleep last night, if he was able to shrug it off. He seemed happy enough that he forgave Rhett for shoving him against the wall, which was always a good thing.

Rhett watched with a little bit of disgust and a little bit of amusement as Zell unwrapped his hamburger, which he probably kicked and screamed for. Rhett was only thankful he wasn’t there to witness it a.k.a. slump down in his seat so nobody would notice he was with the kicking and screaming teenage boy. He was disgusted because the smell was horrendous. What type of burger was that? Walrus meat? It certainly didn’t smell like cow beef. Perhaps he was overreacting, but it was too early in this God-awful morning to be downing a hamburger, even if you were Zell Nitar.

Now, Rhett was amused because big, bad Zell Nitar was acting like a kid in the candy shop. His face was the giddiest expression of joy he’d ever seen…all for one, nasty hamburger. If only they were in a candy shop, at least Rhett would be able to breathe without inhaling grease and whatever else chemicals they used here.

He couldn’t argue. Both boys would have normally been up by now, Zell was right, but usually both boys didn’t dare interrupt the others’ sleep. Zell was a zombie in the morning and Rhett was usually a bomb waiting to go off. As Zell’s mouth fell open, Rhett’s eyebrow rose. A breakfast burrito? Since when was there such a thing? Well, at least Zell had been courteous enough to order him something. “Thank you,”

[/b] Rhett said as he took the breakfast burrito. He unwrapped it and just stared at it as if he didn’t know what to do with it. What the hell was this? A burrito his ass! It was hardly an omelet by the size of it. How much did Zell have to pay for this piece of crap? “Can I ask you something? Do you honestly find this appetizing?” he asked, looking up at Zell, who had already dug into his hamburger. Rhett shuddered slightly and then stood up, shaking his head. “I’ll go get us some drinks.”[/b]

And so that was why Rhett was waiting on the line. When he’d finally got up to the line, he ordered himself an OJ and Zell some lemonade. Rhett knew he liked sweet things, which was good, but hopefully he wasn’t expecting a soda, because then he’d have to go up there kicking and screaming again. A kid running to go play on the jungle-gym-expect-it-was-indoors nearly knocked into Rhett and he quickly sashayed out of the way in order to avoid impact. He set Zell’s lemonade in front of him and took a sip of his OJ, noticing that Zell was grinning. “Watch out for the kids,”[/b] said Rhett simply, not amused.

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[zell price nitar]

The only reason Zell was so happy was because he was getting what he'd been wanting since they arrived here in America. He'd wanted a hamburger from McDonalds, and whether it was morning or night, he was going to get one, dammit! No cashier was going to tell him what he could and couldn't have. Plus, it was hard to reason with Zell in the first place. Once he wanted something, he was going to get it. Hands down. And here he was at 8 in the morning with a hamburger in his hands. Oh, how fate's design had been kind to him this morning. And to Rhett! Hell, he'd let the kid sleep in like he usually did and he would have let him get a better rest if he wasn't so excited about this whole thing. After it was over, though, Zell wasn't going to be as giddy and Rhett probably knew that better than Zell did.

Ignoring Rhett, Zell opened the wrapper contently. The truth was, Zell hadn't quite forgiven him for the day before's activities. It'd pissed him off royally how shitty everyone was treating him, and well, Zell took longer to get over that than some people. He couldn't just sleep it off and then be good the next day with the person. No way! He was going to have to work with himself to get over it and the only way to do that was to fight some demons. And boy, was he ready for that. He wondered if they had any special American demons that he could kill. Hmmm..

Sending Rhett a nod as a you're welcome, Zell dug into his hamburger. It was like sparks flew! The chemistry between the food and the nephilim was like nothing else. Needless to say, Zell was thoroughly enjoying his hamburger. And he'd probably come back for more in the duration of his stay. A lot more, actually. Tons more! He completely ignored Rhett's question. Of course it was appetizing! This whole store was appetizing. He was going to take it back with him to Tokyo, because the McDonalds there wasn't anywhere near as spectacular as this one. He hoped they wouldn't mind him jacking their store. Then again, did he really care? No, he didn't.

Setting the uneaten half of his hamburger down, Zell glanced over to Rhett, who was waiting in line for their drinks. And then, he was intercepted by some over-excited kid. He couldn't help but grin and think about what that would have been like if Rhett hadn't been paying attention. Juice and lemonade everywhere and an angry parent. What a morning! He openly chuckled as Rhett warned him of the rambunctious children, and took a happy sip of his lemonade. "Aye-aye, captain."

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Watching Zell bite into his hamburger made Rhett realize that it would have been rude not to at least try his burrito, so he slowly finished unwrapping it and stuck it in his mouth, taking a relatively big bite of it. He was hungry. As he chewed and mulled over the taste in his mouth, he decided that it wasn’t so bad. And as he went to take his second bite, he decided it was actually really good, for an omelet-sized burrito. Rhett wasn’t big on fast food, not even back home in Tokyo, but American’s fast food was definitely better than Asia’s. Then again, this was to be expected, considering that the fast food industry originated and boomed over here. He predicted that Zell was thoroughly enjoying his protein-enhanced hamburger and when he looked up from taking another sip of his OJ, he realized that his prediction was correct. He was smiling, the bastard. In a few hours, once this whole Americanization thing got out of his system, he’d probably go back to being in a pretty sour mood because of what happened with the girls. Rhett was the one to hold grudges against other people, but Zell usually held them against himself and that steam needed to come out somehow. Rhett also predicted a demon hunting extravaganza later on tonight, which he was just fine with.

“Aye-aye, captain.” In moments like these, Rhett really wanted to slap him, but he held himself back by throwing Zell a glare and biting into his burrito again. He couldn’t deny that he was enjoying himself, but then again, the food wasn’t doing that. It was getting away from the Institute for a little while, getting away from all the drama that started and being out with him. Rhett did feel quite terrible for getting involved back there. He knew Zell hadn’t meant anything by it, but the idea of him being so forward to a more reserved people caught him on edge. Oddly, he didn’t feel that terrible for throwing him against the wall. That was kind of fun. He smiled a little in response to his thoughts and then realized he’d finished his burrito. Despite its size, it had been the perfect amount for Rhett, who wasn’t normally a big breakfast eater to begin with.

Besides the occasional background noises of people chewing, burping, and kids screaming, Rhett and Zell’s environment had quieted a bit. Since Zell was focused on his hamburger, Rhett thought about what they could possibly speak of. They knew mostly everything about one another and they’d only been in America for a couple of days, so nothing very new happened…well, except for Moz…that had happened…and Rhett wasn’t very sure he was ready to talk about it yet, even to Zell, so he pushed back the thoughts about him. His hue had changed to a slight pinkish just by thinking about it, but luckily one man opened the door they were nearest to and the rush of a cool breeze made it disappear for the most part.

“So I was looking around the Institute,”

[/b] he decided to say, for no other reason than it was first thing to come out of his mouth. “Unfortunately, they don’t have a dojo, but they do have a really big attic. I saw some training equipment in there, in case you’re wondering where to blow off steam later.”[/b] He took another sip of his OJ and then shook the cup to realize that he had hardly anything but ice left in there. And yes, Rhett drank his OJ with ice. “I found the weapons room, too.”[/b]

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Lyrics: Adding to the Noise by SwitchFoot
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[zell price nitar]

Zell was delighted to see Rhett actually try the burrito instead of nodding at it first thing. What was the fun in breakfast without a little risk? He was surprised to see Rhett actually like it, though. He was never big on fast food like Zell was. But Zell was just in love with food. It was his one and only and it always would be. He wasn't very picky with it at all. He'd eat virtually anything as long as it wouldn't make him deathly ill. He happily went on eating his hamburger. It was so salty and just... all-around extraordinary! He couldn't get over it. He knew he'd be disappointed once it was gone, but that was just a part of life, wasn't it? You had to move on. Sad, but true. He'd come back, though. Zell wasn't ready to part with McD's yet.

Okay, so Zell sorta knew that he was in the wrong for what happened yesterday. He could've held off the flirting for a day, but why? He was impulsive. Sometimes he did things without thinking them through. In fact, he did that pretty often. It was a bad habit, he knew, but that didn't mean that Zell was blinded by his arrogance. He wasn't even that arrogant. Just confident in his ability to woo the ladies. However, it hadn't seem to work with these girls. And that's what had bothered him the most. That, and being shoved against the wall like a redneck wife when she didn't cook the okra right. It made Zell feel inferior, and that would never sit right with the boy. Not in any way, shape, or form. He was Zell Nitar and he wouldn't be treated like a child by anyone.

Okay, maybe just Rhett. Bastard.

Saluting as a response to the boy's glare, Zell smirked contently. It was his job to get on Rhett's last nerve. His, and everyone else's. It just worked that way. As Rhett blushed, Zell raised an eyebrow. "I know I'm pretty, but there's no need to blush about it. Everyone knows."

[/color] Eyeing Rhett skeptically, Zell wanted to know why he'd blushed. What was on his mind? Did he like the redhead too? Oh, hell. That was going to be messy. Another pest to kick off the playing board. Drat! He hadn't wanted to get that far into this whole debacle. This was going to be messier than he'd thought, Zell supposed. A chase was a chase, though.

Listening at the mention of the Institute, Zell was very noticeably disappointed. "No dojo? How am I supposed to live there?!"[/color] Putting his face in his hands, he shook his head. These Americans didn't know what they were missing, did they? Dojo living was the best kind of life! "Well I was thinking about blowing off steam on something more productive."[/color] Zell hinted as a kid passed by him on the way to the playground. At least they had a weaponry room. If they didn't, Zell would have lost all hope in this Institute.[/justify][/blockquote]

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Having nothing left of his burrito, Rhett picked up the orange juice and opened the plastic lid. He brought the Styrofoam cup to his lips, opening his mouth slightly to catch an ice cube as it slid down with the last remaining streams of orange juice. He began to suck on it, tasting the faint traces of OJ as it melted in his mouth. He wasn’t particularly in the mood to get up and order more, so the ice would do for now. At least until they left and he’d order more on the way out. A little girl at the table across from them looked at Rhett quizzically and the boy simply nodded at her with a polite smile. A moment later, she was doing the same thing, except, her beverage had not been empty and she spilled at least half of it on her pretty pink dress. Luckily, she laughed instead of cried, but her mother wasn’t at all happy and fortunately for Rhett, she didn’t seem to register that he’d been the one to encourage her.

Zell calling him out on his blushing wasn’t helping it at all, despite the cool breeze that passed through. Rhett always hated the fact that he was very pale, in times like these more than ever. However, when Zell kiddingly misinterpreted that he was blushing because of him, Rhett’s gaze narrowed. “I’ll ignore the obvious joke about you being ‘pretty’,”

[/b] he said, but then noticed Zell’s honestly curious expression, the one that his “fans” closely related to a puppy dog expression. Rhett got that look a lot and each time, no matter how much he said he wasn’t going to fall for it, Rhett caved in.

And this time was no exception.

“I met someone,”[/b] he said simply as he returned his attention to the OJ in his hands. He swished the ice cubs inside, them making a rattling sort of noise as he thought about what to say. “After we’d toured the city last night…I walked into a bar and met someone.”[/b] He didn’t care to elaborate, hoping Zell would get the message that he was sort of uncomfortable talking about it. However, this was the Zell Price Nitar he was speaking of…again…damn, why was he such a pain in the ass sometimes? He probably did receive the message, but chose to ignore it.

“No dojo? How am I supposed to live ther?!” Zell exclaimed and Rhett rolled his eyes. Such a drama queen king—he meant king, of course. “The attic was just as big as our dojo. I’m sure you’ll find some way to live with it,”[/b] he reasoned, though his voice reflected the more “I don’t care, just find a way to do it” tone. To his remark about blowing off steam on something more practical, Rhett took his turn to raise an eyebrow skeptically. “You better not be referring to me. I’ll kick your ass,”[/b] he said with a hidden challenge. It’d been awhile since they actually sparred seriously together and Rhett was rather looking forward to it.

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[zell price nitar]

Finally finishing off that delicious hamburger, Zell leaned back in his seat, overcome with sadness due to the loss of his precious food item that he'd fought so hard for. Now, it was in its rightful place in his stomach. The poor thing never had a chance. Zell held a moment of silence for it in his head, almost reluctantly as he sighed dramatically. He knew he'd probably get bored of this place with time, but he hated the idea of having to wait for another hamburger. He didn't feel like pitching another fit, and besides, Rhett would probably have his head on the tray it came on if he even began to walk towards the cashier.

Taking a sip of his lemonade, he looked over at Rhett who was downing his ice. He tended to forget it was weird for someone to drink orange juice with ice because of how much he was around Rhett, who absolutely loved the combination. Personally, Zell liked his drinks with no ice. That way, it was a full cup of delicious liquid as opposed to about a quarter of the cup being the actual drink and the other three-fourths being strictly ice. If you stayed away from ice, the better you would be, especially if you were aiming for a better deal and usage out of your money. His lemonade had no ice, and that was how it would always be!

Zell gasped, mockingly offended as Rhett ignored his pretty comment. Jerk. They both knew Zell was pretty, he didn't have to try and cover it up by making it into a joke. He half-rolled his eyes and glanced over at the girl who had just dumped an entire drink on herself. Kids these days; dumber and dumber with each generation that passes through. Especially little mundane kids. Not that he was totally prejudice against the race or anything, but sometimes they could be so dull and oblivious. He looked back at Rhett with the same curious expression as before. He honestly wanted to know why he'd blushed. Call him nosy, whatever, but this kid was a brother to him and he wanted to know what was up.

Immediately perking up, Zell leaned onto the table with his chin balanced on entertwined fingers. He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Met someone, eh? Care to elaborate?"

[/color] Hey, it wasn't every day that your little Rhettie met someone in a random bar he'd walked into like a dummy. Seriously, walking into random bars could get someone killed. Zell would know firsthand, but we won't get into that. Let's just say Zell was really lucky that he was a nephilim and not a normal old mundane like that ogre--ahem, person had been. Again, no detail necessary. Right. He chose to ignore the fact of how uncomfortable Rhett seemed. The only way to get over that was to... talk about it! Shocker.

Pursing his lips in frustration, he narrowed his eyes at his parabatai. Rhett was very feisty today. "I was thinking,"[/color] Zell said in a tired way, as if he was crabby about explaining himself, "that I would blow it off on something that is our duty to blow it off on. Catch my drift or do I need to scream to this entire facility about what my holy intentions are?"[/color] He said, sarcasm dripping like venom from his voice as he added emphasis on the word holy like Rhett was a three year old. He grinned in a friendly manner afterwards, though. Staying bitter around his best friend was a hard thing to do, and he didn't even feel like being annoying. Er, more than usual.[/justify][/blockquote]

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To Zell’s gasp, Rhett rolled his eyes for what must have been the tenth time already. He tended to do that a lot when in Zell’s company. He looked at him to realize he was looking at the little girl who’d taken after Rhett and spilled something all over her pretty little dress. Again, Rhett felt bad and he would have gotten up to help the mother out, if not for the fact that he was a seventeen year old boy and she was an eight year old girl. It was just weird and Rhett had been thrown into many awkward situations in life; he didn’t need to throw himself into this one. Besides, he figured chivalry was dead New York City and helping out a stranger of a woman would only cause a scene and since he’d just warned Zell not to cause a scene, he remained in his seat. Rhett was anything but a hypocrite.

He didn’t see why Zell was suddenly fascinated with who he met at the bar. He leaned his chin on his hands, much like a gossiping school girl would and Rhettie refrained from laughing because of this. His smirk was making everything worse, like he would be able to see what had happened that night just by looking at him. Rhett loved that the boys could understand each other, don’t get him wrong—it made his social awkwardness just a tad bit more bearable—but other times, it was a curse because they couldn’t hide anything from the other. This meant that Zell would be asking about it until he got his answer. He briefly looked around, as if to make sure no one was listening and then leaned forward in his seat and said, “His name is Moz and I met him…like I said, at a bar I stumbled into, he works there…we talked for a little bit and then—” “then I got drunk, but he doesn’t need to know that…” he thought nearly sheepishly. He leaned back in his seat and picked at the napkin that was left on the tray. “— well, I think he’s interested in me, too…so…”

[/b] He let his voice trail off, not quite sure what to say next. Even though Zell knew he was bisexual, it was still uncomfortable to talk about it to someone who was able to get any girl he wanted whenever he wanted.

Not that Rhett approved of this behavior, but if made Zell the boy he knew and loved, he’d put up with it. He just feared that with all his skills and flirting and hook-ups, he wouldn’t find that one special girl. Then again, look at Rhett; he was so unskilled that he feared the same thing. Of course, he didn’t even know if that one special someone would be a girl. Zell had tried to make it a girl, inviting his partner on various double dates that he organized with two of the most gorgeous Asian girls at the time—at the time was said because it seemed that Zell changed his mind every minute. They never did anything for the boy, he just never felt anything. It didn’t matter if the girl was the nicest, most beautiful girl; there was just never a click.

Not like there was with Moz.

“I was thinking,” said Zell in such a way that—again—Rhett wanted to slap him and pull out his urumi right then and there just to shut him up. Okay, yes, he was a little feisty today, but that was an after effect of drunkenly making out with a gorgeous man in his apartment. When Zell said that he’d tell the entire facility of their “holy” intentions, Rhett darted his eyes to see if anyone had heard that. No one had, of course, but it was a natural reaction. Rhett, finished picking at the napkin, met Zell’s gaze in a challenge. “Go ahead; scream your pretty little head off. They’ll just think you’re crazy. I meant to say that it’s been awhile since we’ve had a serious spar. I want to see how much better we’ve gotten.” [/b] Or, how long he could hold his own without needing a break for air...This sudden thought made him avert his gaze again, not wanting the unspoken message to be made clear. He hated his asthma, but that didn't mean it was unlivable with.

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Lyrics: Adding to the Noise by SwitchFoot
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Also, I'm assuming this is before Zellyn ;]
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