[closed] pizza in the morning pizza in the evening

[deadthing]

WHO: Noah Czerny & Kylo Ren
WHERE: Meadows kitchen
WHEN: sometime during ~musical~ plot
WHAT: an unlikely duet
WARNINGS: none (will update if needed)



Every single time Noah opens the fridge, there's leftover pizza in it. It's a seemingly endless supply. Now, pizza isn't really his favorite or anything, but he likes it okay—who doesn't like pizza?—and it's been years since he last had it so, like pretty much all food these days, it's a novelty. At first. But there's a finite number of meals in a row that can be pizza before it gets a little gross and Noah has found it. It isn't the only food in the house, of course, but- every time he opens the fridge: pizza. So much pizza.

This time is no different. So he's rummaging around in search of something else to eat while a whole pie of leftover Hawaiian stares him in the face. The fridge door is wide open and somehow the light spilling out around him starts to seem almost like... a spotlight?

"Why do we always have pizza," he grumbles as he tugs open the crisper drawer. "I mean..." He trails off for a moment, distracted, as music begins to play from somewhere unseen. When he opens his mouth again,

A slice now and then, sure, why not
But when it feels like that's all that we've got
I can't take any more
Why'd I open the door
Can we at least get some breadsticks or what

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Kylo leans in the doorway, arms folded, watching the scene with a careful expression. This is not new, for him— he remembers all too clearly the effects of a particular perfume that had him spilling his secrets in dramatic song— but the spotlight is a fresh touch.

Isn't it?

He's still frowning to himself and mulling it over as suddenly there's another light. Shining right in his face. He scowls, opens his mouth to snap something irritable and:

So you'd beg for a breadstick? In a day you'd be dead sick    of them too and the endless encore: But I'll tell you the trick for a much wider pick; You must dare...          to dream...                 for more...

...this is new. He's never felt the urge to stalk on stage, spread his arms showman wide and hold a lead-in note before. There's a brief moment of panic, but it's soon swallowed up in song:

Left alone he will walk through wild imagination   But where will he turn,   feral god of creation? Only pizza and beer every day of the year just the same as before;   (Why did you open the door?) He won't do it for himself, so if you want a well-stocked shelf You must make it a request he can't ignore...

There's a dramatic pause, a lighting change that marks a shift in tone. Kylo's lips quirk, his eyes dark with something that might be amusement:

Or you could buy      your own food          at the store...

[deadthing]

Okay, that was weird. He's made up little songs out of boredom before, but nothing like this. Not with perfectly-cued mysterious backing music and lights--why is the fridge so bright anyway--and oh no, is that Kylo?!

Noah whirls to face him and gawks for a second as Kylo also, inexplicably, bursts into song. He then steps hastily out of his way, effectively ceding center stage.

Until, that is, it's time for his next verse:

I could buy it myself, I know
There's more out there than cheese, sauce, and dough
That I want to explore...

Seven years dead and I couldn't taste
All pizza all day feels such a waste
So many great meals I don't want to ignore!

He's still bewildered as to why this is happening, but it is, and he finds himself flinging out his arms in wild gestures that act as dramatic punctuation.


He can eat what he wants
But the lack of variety
The thought of it haunts
Oh it's building anxiety
I don't get how he doesn't crave more!