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Once-Ler stormed into the manor that he and Biggie shared and slammed the door behind him. "What the fuck were you thinking Biggie?! Inviting my ex-husband over for a dinner date?!" "Well, what in hell dya expect me to do Once? Never talk to any man ever?! In case ya hadn't noticed you've had about as many divorces as I have pounds on me!" the rat-like man bristled, shedding his gold Crocs at the door. "I'm tired of fightin' ya Oncey. He's coming over whether you like it or not. It's too damn late to cancel" Biggie turns away and walks up to his room.
Only when he's sure the rat can't hear him does Mr. Ler allow himself to curl up in the front hall and cry. How had he let it get this bad? Biggie is right. He did have a history of trying to fill in the empty feeling in his soul with relationship after relationship. And it didn't help that thneed corp had gone under. He was nothing but a washed-up pathetic son of a bitch. He lets himself cry.
And he cries until there's nothing left. He's just left lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling, sending out silent prayers to whatever or whoever may be listening. 'Please. Let this go well for us. I don't know If Biggie and I's relationship can stand anything else...' He sits in silence like this for about another ten minutes before Biggie comes down to check on him, blunt and lighter in his left hand, and in his right a box of tissues.
Biggie sits on the floor next to Oncey and, upon seeing that he is no longer actively crying, offers him the joint. Which he gratefully takes and holds out for the smaller to light. He takes a deep puff, relishing in the grounding burn of the smoke against his throat, and passes it to Biggie. And Biggie only smiles at him, with a kind pity-filled expression. "You prolly need it more than me Once" he nodded. Taking another lungful of smoke. Yeah. He probably did need it. "Do us both a favor sweetie. Finish it. Then go get yourself cleaned up. I'll tell you when he gets here okay?" Once nodded dumbly, already feeling it. Biggie headed into the kitchen to get things ready for when Screamy would arrive.
He took another long puff and sighed, deeply grateful for just how much Biggie put up with. Where would he be without him? Everything had fallen apart so quickly throughout the last three or so years.
First, the divorce after he found out his husband was actually an alien robot who had been banished from his planet for an assassination attempt on the emperor. Then his favorite assistant was killed by the help during the thneed co riots. The very same riots burned down his most important factory and sent him out of business.
Throughout the ordeal, Biggie stayed by his side, even inviting him to live with him in his mansion after Once had to sell his. Without Biggie, he would probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere. A John Doe because of his refusal to let the public see his face. All that he had done would be for nothing. God. He was really in love with Biggie, wasn't he? Once stood up, tossing the last bit into the ashtray they had near the front door, and went upstairs to clean himself up.
Biggie was rapping quietly under his breath while he cooked. Not really paying attention to it just letting the words fall out of his mouth. He finds himself mouthing the words to Tik-Tok before he knows it. Kesha wasn't usually his style, but it had grown on him since she was one of Oncey's favorites.
Oh.
Once-ler. Our resident bisexual trainwreck. Well. Biggie couldn't really blame him for either. As Biggie was also an enjoyer of men, women, and well. Whoever he could get, pretty much. He couldn't really afford to be picky. And he had sold hard drugs to get where he is today. Can't blame him for the shady business practices. But Once was just so sad deep down. If Biggie was honest with himself, he has the aura of a slightly damp stray dog. Just needs someone to take him in and care for him how he deserves. God. Biggie Focus. He wouldn't like you like that. He's still shaken from that divorce.
I mean, it was kind of shitty of him to ask Once's fairly recent ex-husband over, but how was he supposed to know that was his ex? Oncey had just been so vague with the details. He didn't even know what he looked like, for fuck's sake! And by the time he knew, it was far too late. He hoped this dinner would go well. Hoped deep down that maybe the three of them could be happy together. But that was unlikely. Biggie was an optimist, but he wasn't going to pretend that one dinner could magically fix everything. This wasn't some shitty romance novel or something. He took the food off the heat for a second and shot Once a text.
"You don't have to be down here for dinner if you don't want to Once" He set the phone down and sat up on the counter. A few moments later, he gets a reply. "You're kidding, Biggie? I can put up with him if it means I get to taste your cooking" The last part of the statement 'I love you enough to push through this, Biggs' remained unsaid. He went back to cooking dinner with a shaky breath. God. He should have taken that hit when Once offered.