Dew essentially spends the next few hours watching random shit on the TV, and eventually he hears the front door open. Dew immediately grabs Spikes—because he's sure she'll want to hear this too—and makes his way over to where Rowan is hanging his keys on a hook.

"I saw you today!" Dew notifies him, voice giving away how excited he is. Spikes starts purring as Dew pets her.

Rowan glances up, eyes landing on Spikes, then on Dew.

"Really?" He responds absently.

"Yup! You were on the TV with Marley and Emperor Theodoric." Dew puts emphasis on the Emporer's name. He's not sure why.

"Oh? So you actually watched the news?"

Rowan is probably aluding to the fact that Dew never watches the news.

"Yup! I mean, I was watching cartoons," Rowan begins walking in the direction of his bedroom, probably to change. This doesn't really process in Dew's mind, as he continues following him. "But then suddenly it cut to the news! So I was like, yanno, whatever I guess. So I kept watching—"

The two enter Rowan's room. Spikes begins chewing on Dew's finger as Rowan starts to remove his clothing.

"Because I didn't have anything else to do, and I saw you! And Marley went up there and told everybody everything, and then Emporer Theodoric... was there..."

Rowan completely strips to his underwear, hanging the uniform up in his closet and putting his weapons in a little cubby hole. Dew is distracted as he watches his muscles work, and the broad expanse of the man's back. He has some freckles on his back, just like the ones on his nose. Rowan glances up when Dew stops talking. Face flushed, Dew quickly continues;

"So um..." Dew suddenly finds the wall extremely interesting. "I've never seen him before, so that was really cool. Also Nero was there. I didn't recognize anyone else. I was hoping you'd go up there and talk! But you never did."

"I'm the Executive of all Millitary Operations, which means Marley's safety is in my hands at all times. I'm the head of his security."

Dew hums, still refusing to look at Rowan. "Must be an easy job. He literally can't die."

Rowan stops moving around, and when Dew looks at him he finds that Rowan is fully dressed. He's standing a few feet away from Dew, with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. "He can, but not easily."

"Ooh, how?" Dew asks, full attention on Rowan. He didn't know that!

"Classified," Rowan responds, brushing past Dew and making his way to the kitchen. He immediately begins getting out dishes to cook for them. Dew sits on the counter, with Spikes still in his arms. He figures that if Rowan minds it he'll let him know.

"Boring," Dew responds. "Anyway, I think it's really cool that you guys finally decided to tell the Westhem about everyone else. They deserved to know. Oh! I also got a job, it's at Food Town. I'm gonna be a stocker—I start tomorrow."

Dew jumps when Rowan is right in front of him, and a glance at the stove reveals that he's waiting for the water to boil. He places his hands on each side of Dew, sort of in his space. Even with Dew on the counter, Rowan is still a bit taller. He has a somewhat amused expression on his face, studying Dew.

"You're talkative."

Dew blinks, rubbing Spikes behind her ears. "I'm just catching you up, jeez."

"You're working at Food Town?"

Dew nods, examining Rowan's face. His irises are a bit larger than normal, his hair sort of tousled. He has a white wife beater on, which really hugs his chest, and some black joggers.

"Yup! They hired me today. Then I can go find an apartment and stop bothering you."

Suddenly, Rowan's brows lower in a frown, clearly discontent with that. Before Dew can gauge his expression further, though, the water starts boiling and Rowan walks over to it, dumping some noodles in it. Looks like they're going to be having pasta again.

Dew tilts his head, wondering why Rowan seemed upset.

Spikes begins squirming, so Dew leans over and lets her down. Dew just watches Rowan cook, slightly let down that Rowan is wearing a shirt. He really likes it when Rowan isn't wearing a lot of clothes.

"Yeah, I had an interview a few days ago with Sandra, and she seemed to like me. They called today, right after the news thing. It was pretty cool."

Rowan hums, nodding. Dew can't help but to smile at the way he's listening. About ten minutes later, when Rowan seems to be finishing up, Dew jumps down from the counter and sits on a stool. Rowan then puts some pasta in front of Dew, before taking a seat diagonal from him at the counter. The two eat in silence, and when Rowan finishes, he washes his dish. He then begins walking towards the front door.

"I'm going out, can you start the dishwasher?"

Dew pauses, watching the guy grab his keys and give Dew an expectant look.

Dew just frowns. He... okay, don't make fun of him, but he'd really like for Rowan to spend some evenings with him. They could watch a movie! Or make popcorn! Dew feels so weird being left alone in another person's house so much.

"Sure." Dew responds, disgruntled. Rowan gives him a last glance, then exits.

Dew is sort of in a sour mood as he wipes down the counter, puts the dishes in the dishwasher, and starts it up. He then grabs Spikes and makes his way to his room. He gets out one of his canvases, and begins painting a person. He knows the person is going to be Rowan almost immediately, as he draws a watercolor portrait of the captain. He does a flowery background, sticking to warm, fiery colors since Rowan is a phoenix.

After he finishes painting that, Dew grabs his multimedia paper and begins drawing another picture of Rowan, this time shirtless. He draws him in his kitchen, cooking, with his back to Dew. This is just a sketch, so Dew doesn't color it.

A few minutes later, Dew hears the front door open, then the sound of a girl giggling. Rolling his eyes, Dew begins to look for his ear plugs. He is not about to listen to these two fuck all night.

Dew searches where he thought he put them, on his dresser, but doesn't find anything. Then, he looks under his desk, and on his bed. He even searches through his art supplies, but finds nothing.

They're gone.

Dew sighs, and it crosses his mind that he could just go out and buy more, but he decides that he doesn't have the funds to keep going out and buying things, especially when what he's buying them for is entirely avoidable.

Dew is absolutely not going to listen to Rowan fuck someone else. Nope. He doesn't even give a fuck that this isn't his house, as he stands up and storms out of his room. He has paint all over him, which he's vaguely aware of as he rounds the end of his hallway and finds himself in front of Rowan's door.

He doesn't even knock, just opens the door. He sees a woman straddling Rowan's lap, and she has her top off, but other than that the two are clothed. She jumps when the door opens, and her head snaps to see who interrupted.

She's really pretty, Dew notes. She has black hair and skin of a darker tone, as wells as some makeup that's been applied almost expertly. Her clothes also appear expensive.

Rowan tilts his head, probably interested in why Dew has interrupted them.

"Get out." Dew states.

She tries to cover herself with her arms. "E-Excuse me?"

Dew crosses his arms, leaning against the doorway. "I said get out. I'm not listening to you two fuck all night. Leave."

She scoffs, and immediately scrambles off of Rowan's lap to get her top, pulling it on. "I don't know who you think you are—"

"I'm his roommate." Dew replies, raising an eyebrow.

She blinks, eyebrows furrowing, then turns her gaze to Rowan, who has his full attention on Dew. "Wha-Rowan?! Is he serious?"

Rowan doesn't look at her, doesn't even answer. Finally she stands up, and with some other snarky comment that Dew doesn't hear, she storms out of the room. She shoves past Dew, and a moment later, he hears the front door open and shut. Dew and Rowan are far too busy in a stare down, however, to pay attention.

Dew points at Rowan, who is standing up. "Buy me more ear plugs, then you can fuck who you want."

Dew turns around, and is about to leave the room, when his arm is being grabbed. His whole world spins as he's yanked back, then pressed against the wall. Rowan has his elbows on either side of Dew's face, meaning that the two are only inches apart. Dew's eyes widen.

"That's why you interrupted? Ear plugs?"

Dew examines Rowan's face, how his irises are dilated and completely zeroed in on him. He can't help but to feel nervous.

"Y-Yeah..." Dew responds, eyes trailing down to Rowan's mouth. Then, they snap back up.

"Alright," Rowan responds. "How about this;"

Dew purses his lips.

"I'll buy you more ear plugs, but don't interrupt again unless you plan on finishing what was started."

Dew's eyes widen further at Rowan's words, and after Rowan backs away, Dew just stares at him in total shock. Holy mother of—did Rowan just...?

Dew is pretty sure if he sticks around, he'll say something stupid, so with one last nervous look at the captain, he says, "goodnight." He ignores the way that his voice sounds kind of breathless.

Dew hastily makes his way to his own bedroom after that, closing the door behind himself and leaning against it, breathing heavily.

Did...Did Rowan really just say that? Did the military Captain just say that Dew can't interrupt again unless... unless he's willing to fuck Rowan himself?

Dew slides down the door, then buries his head in his arms.

What has he gotten himself into?