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Seri, Atti and Auggie; This could be awkward.; PG-13 mild language

Life was becoming complicated. Worse, it was happening so fast that Serafino wasn't sure what to do about it. He'd only known Augusten Dunlevy for a week, and already he was worrying about him as much as he would one of his longtime friends. Moreso, even, and it was an inner struggle to keep from acting like a complete fool and texting him as soon as he went home. He managed not to, and after skipping school again on Tuesday he'd finally gone to school today but had spent the day being anywhere Augusten wasn't by spending the day hidden amongst library shelves finishing up work he'd fallen behind in over his long absence.

And now he was on his way to Atti's, because he was restless and the drive offered him something to do. And because he had a feeling he was going to have to make very large bribes to keep one very large mouth shut. He was tempted, very tempted, to text Augusten during the drive and see what he was doing since he'd only be a few houses down. He managed not to, but it was a feat. Which was kind of pathetic. Finally he arrived, without making any phonecalls and without sending any text messages and without messing around on his PDA to see if Augs was on AIM. He kicked violently at a stone on the pavement to vent his mood, and leaned on the doorbell of the Webb house in his usual obnoxious fashion.


"Oh, sweetie, it's always nice to have company," Serafina assured him. "We take Jolee off Seri's hands twice a week, but the rest of the time it's empty here. Seri, go on and take him into the dining room, Im'ma go have Janice dig out some ice packs and finish getting one of the rooms ready."

She waved them off with one last smack to the back of Seri's head, which made him roll his eyes in annoyance, and sashayed off down the wide hallway.

"...she's not usually that violent," Serafino said after a minute, trying to flatten his hair now that it was sticking up from being beaten around. "Come on, let's go eat before she finishes and watches to make sure we have thirds. Then we'll go get you cleaned up."
"She seems nice," Augusten said softly, following after Serafino, just taking it all in. "I've never had a mom..."

The moment they stepped into the dining room he could smell the food and his stomach growled. He blushed a little, waiting for Seri to seat himself before sitting across from him, taking a plate. "Thank you for letting me stay here. You don't know how much it means to me. Really."
"I imagine having a mom isn't much different from having a second dad," Serafino answered with a shrug, passing the chicken platter over to Augusten and taking some pasta and salad for himself. "I mean, it's pretty much just two different parents, one just wears a skirt more often."

Since nobody was around he went ahead and helped himself to one of the bottles of wine that was resting on a wine rack across the room, pouring himself half a glass and offering the bottle to Augusten.

"And stop thanking me, really. It's as much for me as it is for you. I don't think I'd be able to get a decent night's sleep knowing you were stuck at home."
Augusten poured himself a little bit of wine but didn't overdo it, sipping at it before putting moderately sized portions of everything onto his plate. Picking up his fork and knife, he cut everything neatly and arranged it the way he liked it, napkin spread across his lap.

He'd taken a year of etiquette classes. He really couldn't help it.

"You told your mom I'm adorable," he said softly, unable to resist bringing it up.
Serafino glanced up at him briefly before flicking his eyes back down to the salad he was mixing croutons into. He'd known that would come up eventually. Augusten was just way too blunt and honest to not mention something if it crossed his little hamster wheel of a mind.

"Yeah," he answered, shrugging it off. "It was a...you know. A...thing. 'I'm bringing a friend. You'll love him, he's adorable.' You know."
"Uh huh," Augusten said softly, eating slowly and methodically, everything in a perfect order just like everything else in his life was. He sipped at the wine and tried his best to maintain a high level of politeness, even if there were no actual adults present.

Clearing his throat, he put his fork down and wiped the corners of his mouth. "Nice picture. That magazine cover. I still haven't shown you my pictures. Too much other stuff came up."
Serafino shrugged again. "It's for a concert next summer that the band I'm in was invited to play at, called Sleeping With Serpents. The article has a bunch of pictures of reps from different bands wearing nothing but a snake. Interesting experience, that's for sure."

He finished off his wine, but only picked at his food. He'd grabbed a salad from a drive-thru while Augusten had been sleeping. "And no, you haven't. I'm very interested in seeing these."
Augusten nodded, folding his hands back into his lap. "If you have a computer, I can show you," he said softly, shrugging a little. He wondered how shitty he looked, but didn't ask. He wasn't sure he even wanted to know.
"Later, okay?" Serafino answered. "After you soak a little to relax and help with those bruises. I'll get you set up in one of the guest bathrooms, you'll love it. The fucking tub is deep enough to be a fucking swimming pool. Well, not really, but close. If you're done I'll take you up. And Ma'll probably be forcing some kind of dessert on us by the time you're finished."
"I really do need a bath. Do you have Mr. Bubble?" Augusten asked, blushing. "I have this thing...I just...I have to have it. It's sort of necessary for the routine. The routine is...it's important I can't explain. It just is...."

He knew he sounded absolutely insane, but he couldn't help it. Things had to be done a certain way or they were bad. "Mr. Bubble and two towels. And white wash clothes."
"Don't worry about it, I think those are actually some of the more reasonable demands for a bath I've heard," Serafino answered with a small smile. He rose, leaving his dishes behind for the maid to get, and led Augusten back out into the front hall and up one of the staircases. "You wouldn't believe some of the weird shit people ask for. Jolee needs her whole set of twelve fucking rubber ducks. Jimmy stays over and just has to have a bottle of ice water...I don't ask. My cousin Dante insists on listening to this one horrible CD every time he relaxes in the tub..."

He trailed off as he turned down a smaller hallway that led into the wing where people actually lived. They passed through a loft that looked down on the main living room, huge and white and very marble, and down a hall to where the bedrooms where. Serafino opened a door at the end of the hall and led him into the guest bathroom, which was just as large and ornate as the rest of the house.

He dug around under the sink and brought out Jolee's Mr. Bubble, moving to sit on the edge of the large, deep tub and start drawing a bath.

"Did you want some rubber duckies too?" He asked, grinning.