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[ OLD CHARACTER POSTS. Mike Chilton | Chuck ]

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[afreeman]

[Porthos didn't even give it a second thought when Athos told him to pack a bag. He shrugged and did it anyway because what the hell, right? Athos' house is absolutely enormous and literally out of one of those fancy decoration magazines. Even after the few times he'd gone over for the parties he still has a hard time believing that place is even real. He's pretty sure the entrance hallway is four times the size of his whole apartment.

So with backpack over his shoulders, he rides his bike up to the remote location. At some point he actually thinks he got lost, but he catches a glimpse of the house, lights on, and continues down the roads until he's rolling to a halt in front of the doorway.

He still stands there, staring up at the house for a while in dumbstruck awe, before he rings the doorbell, eyes glancing over the neatly trimmed plants beneath the windows while he waits.]

I was starting to think I got it wrong. [He answers with a smile when the door opens, arching an eyebrow at Athos.] Sometimes I have a hard time believing you actually do have a bigass house.

SURPRISE TACKLES

[philogyny]

[Aramis keeps a duffle with a change of clothes in the back of his car anyway, just in case, so Athos' text message didn't alter his plans at all. (Hey, you never know when you need to change your clothes, especially in their line of work. You can get pretty dirty, running around the city all day, and more than once, Aramis has spent the night at the precinct, sleeping on his desk.)

When he pulls into the huge circular drive in front of Athos' huge, ridiculous mansion, he can see Porthos' equally ridiculous bike already parked and ready, which means he's the last to arrive. He doesn't care, he likes to make an entrance, and arriving last is the easiest way to do that.

He's been to Athos' ridiculous mansion a few times already, for precinct parties and the like, and he's learned not to question him about it. The one time he did, his already reticent friend got even quieter, and had a haunted look in his eyes as he told him that his deceased wife had wanted a big house, and he just hadn't the heart to sell it and move to someplace smaller. Ever since then, Aramis has decided never, ever, to bring it up. No matter how much he wants to.

He doesn't bother ringing the bell, just opens the door and strides right in.]

Okay, I'm here, we can get this party started!

EYYYYYYY

[seau]

[Athos would certainly argue that it looks much bigger without anyone else in it, but it's remarkable how many bodies can fit when the occasion calls for it. By himself, it's entirely too large and everything echoes too loud, but he doesn't have to think about that tonight. Just as he's about to close the door behind Porthos, he hears the second rumbling of another vehicle coming up the road. That must be Aramis, then. They're both quite punctual, really. And of course Aramis doesn't knock, Athos would never expect him to. He simply smiles back at the additional company before glancing over to Porthos with a dimmer, far off version of the one he just gave Aramis.]

Yes, I've heard that before. [Still he beckons them to follow him as he makes his way back across the foyer to the expansive kitchen.] I hope you both came hungry. Seems I've prepared too much.

[That part's not unusual either. It's been a while since he's had another mouth to feed in the house, but he always quietly hopes there will be one, despite never inviting anyone outside of the parties. That is, until this night.]

[afreeman]

[His eyes roll ever so slightly at Aramis' grand entrance, though he hardly commits to it as he shoots an amused grin his way. Leave it to his partner to make the party all about him - though to be perfectly honest, he's probably right. But Porthos will skip on feeding his ego.

His stomach grumbles at the mention of food, and he follows after Athos as he shrugs off both his backpack and jacket, dropping them together on a corner somewhere.]

Give us the food, we'll see if it's too much.

[philogyny]

[Porthos should continue to feed his ego, Aramis' ego needs constant tender care and maintenance. He's a delicate little flower, and Porthos should be nice to him, yes.

He dumps his duffel on the floor of the hallway and immediately ducks down to greet Athos' dogs, his two favorite creatures, laughing as the pitbull leaps into the air to try and lick his face.] I think your dogs like me better than you do, man. [He grins up at Athos and Porthos both, then finally stands after a few more ear-scratches.

The promise of food is enough to make him abandon the puppies, no matter how cute they are.] Don't worry, I think we can manage to eat you out of house and home.

[seau]

[With a fonder smile still, he hears the skittering of claws on laminate that heralds the dogs scurrying in at the sound of the door closing. They had been lounging in the living room but Athos moving around is not big news. Two faces to lick and jump up on is clearly more exciting. It's nice for them as well to have two extra bodies to hustle around with. Perhaps even the horses would get some time tonight.

He makes a beeline to the stove where he can lift a skillet or two from their burners to set on the hotpads.] If you don't, you'll have the dogs to answer to.

[As soon as his hands are free, he snaps his fingers.] Gentlemen.

[In response to which the dogs scamper into the kitchen to sit beside Athos, who tosses them a couple bits of meat each, and they gobble it right up.]

[afreeman]

[One of the other dogs comes rushing towards Porthos too, of course, and though he's not quite as invested in it as Aramis, he still spares a few ear scratches and pats to his side as his new friend greets him by licking his nose. He doesn't mind it in the least, but he still scrunches his face up in a frown, standing upright again as he wipes the dog's saliva with the back of his hand.]

Yeah, like you too, buddy. [He watches as the dogs sit near Athos obediently, crossing his arms as the pieces of meat are thrown to the pets, and he's quick to shoot an inquisitive and amused glance at his friend.]

I hope you're not expecting us to sit like your dogs before you give us some food too.

[philogyny]

[Aramis is invested in every animal that comes his way. He's the one who puts up a flyer on the precinct bulletin board about adopting the litter of kittens he found while doing his rounds, he's the one who actually brings in pet birthday presents when his friends' animals get older, he's the one who unironically watches Too Cute on the Discovery Channel and coos over all the purebred babies. Athos' dogs are like the best part about coming over, forget the pool and the hot tub and the gigantic wine cellar.

Athos' kitchen is also huge, so Aramis finds himself an unused portion of counter and hitches his ass up on it, crossing his ankles and leaning on his palms.]

Did you invite the rookie? I bet he'd do it if you fold him to.

[seau]

[The combination of the two of them in his house already has Athos's spirits lifting and not just for how they'll spoil his dogs rotten. He snaps his fingers again and said pups go back to adoring his guests without pause. It's nice to see them so energetic and excited instead of echoing his silence right back at him.]

No, there's a table you're welcome to sit at. [He gives Aramis a raised eyebrow in a silent it's better than the counter, but he doesn't truly mind the other man's insistence to sit on anything except a chair. There's a reason why Athos keeps a corner of his desk free of any clutter.

He returns to the stove to double-check the main entree before turning off the burner entirely and carrying that skillet as well to the countertop to set beside the others.] Several, actually. Where would you prefer: the dining room or the deck?

[At this point, the maine coon who also lives in the house pokes her head around the corner to watch all the excitement with a curious gaze.]

[afreeman]

[Porthos leans over once his new puppy friend rushes over to him again, cooing very briefly at him as he scratches around his neck and down his chest. The dog seems overly pleased with it, and when he begins to pull away he is pawing at his hand already, demanding for more pets.

So he keeps doing so, lifting his head up when Athos speaks so that he can answer the question.]

You offer too many options to a very simple man. [He too raises an eyebrow at Aramis but says nothing to the fact that his partner is much less like a dog, and more similar to a cat at the moment. With a last pat to the pup, he stands upright and walks over to the counter so he can check on whatever food Athos prepared for them.] Deck sounds nice. It's not that cold outside anyway.

[philogyny]

[Aramis won't take offense to that comparison. He likes cats. He likes all animals, really, but cats are definitely up there. Even cats that don't quite like him back, like Athos' Maine Coon, Camille. He clucks his tongue and coos at her when he notices her poking her head around the corner, leaning down and offering his fingers for her to come sniff, but doesn't seem all that put-out when she turns her back disdainfully and pads away. He'll win her over eventually.]

I vote deck too. [He kicks his feet idly, banging his heels on the cupboard beneath him, the obnoxious habit made slightly less obnoxious by virtue of the fact that he toed out of his shoes upon arrival. Some habits are hard to break. He's still not getting off the counter, though, no matter what Athos says.] You have a way nicer view than I do, might as well have someone appreciate it.

[seau]

[Of course, Athos doesn't notice Camille until Aramis clucks his tongue at her and he raises an eyebrow at the man perched on his counter before holding out one of the hotpads with a pan to Porthos. The deck it is then. Of course, it will take a couple trips to get all of the food, utensils, dishes, and wine out there, but it's a sacrifice Athos is more than happy to make. After all, he's quite sure the dogs will accompany them every step of the way.]

Camille appreciates it. [He sasses back, not minding the insult at all or the kicking to his cabinets. They're a hardy oak, they could likely last longer than Aramis's heels.] Aramis, if you would.

[Athos cants his head toward the dishes stacked neatly beside Aramis on the counter as he lifts another skillet in his hands, hotpad separating his hand from the cast-iron. He doesn't even wait for the response before he sets off for the back deck through the kitchen and one end of the elaborately constructed living room. After walking through it so many times, the only thing he ever looks at are the two leather easy chairs sitting near the large windows. One of these days, he'll move the unused second one, but not today. Instead, he passes the living room, through the back door to the deck that overlooks his expansive property. The lawn runs on seemingly forever, before ending with the woods further down the hills near the city.

Of course, the dogs are hot on his heels and as soon as their paws touch the grass, they go scampering off into the wide yard, avoiding the curve of the pool with their usual practiced grace.]

[afreeman]

[The pan is handed to him and he takes it in his hands carefully, making sure that none of the pups are around to hinder his footing as he takes a step back to give Athos the room for him to move and lead the way out to the deck. Porthos is only partially sure he still remembers the way, since during the parties hosted there he tended to get a little too drunk to remember much of anything.

As Athos makes his way across the kitchen, Porthos shoots Aramis a look, eyebrow arched in part amusement, part silent agreement with Athos's own request that he get down from the counter and bring the dishes with him.

Then he follows after and out to the deck, letting out a pleased whistle once he does. He already knows the house is huge and expensive-looking, still each new division he finds out comes as yet another pleasant surprise to him. Seriously, there's a fireplace outside. How did Athos ever get so rich.] Damnit, I love this place.