On the kitchen

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by royzart

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Even the kitchen table — which Leo assumed Vincent rarely used — had only a small spot that was slightly less dusty than the rest.

Still, Vincent didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Then again, neither did Leo — whose own apartment wasn’t in much better shape.

"I'm afraid I won’t be able to offer you much — I wasn’t expecting guests."

He opened the fridge, and Leo couldn’t help but think that in some ways, they were very much alike. The fridge was almost completely empty.

Vincent took out a small jar of caviar and a bottle of milk.

“Very unusual combination,” Leo wanted to joke.

Vincent looked at him in confusion, then glanced down at the breakfast in his hands.

“Ah— yes. Aristocratic,” he said smugly. “Normally I don’t eat here — I go to the nearest restaurant.

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