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#20 for @expcrtocrede (welcome to date nights)

Edward had slipped into Adewale’s apartment when he knew the older of the two wouldn’t be there.  He lugged the bags through the front door and began prepping.  He put the pre prepared food in the oven, glad he’d thought to get take out, because lord knows he couldn’t cook to save his life.  He was more likely to poison Ade then feed him anything worth while.  As the food cooked in the oven he set the table up, pulling one single flower out of the bouquet he’d gotten and putting in a vase on the table.  He surrounded it by two candles, lighting them as he pulled out plates and silverware, setting the table. He bit his lip, hoping Ade wouldn’t think all of this crazy or even silly for such a simple tradition as their weekend date night, but this day was important to him, because it was the beginning of his one on one time with Ade and away from all the hustle and bustle of the assassin house.  He had just finished, pouring their drinks into some wine glasses he picked up, when he heard the locks being clicked open.  He rushed towards the door holding the bouquet of flowers, fingers running through his hair quickly to make sure it wasn’t messy as it was now long enough to pull over one shoulder.  When Ade finally opened the door Edward had a smile on his face, holding out the flowers he’d gotten for him.  When Ade simply looked at him over the flowers he grinned.  “Romance is key, after all.”

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cont. with @expcrtocrede

Edward was just trying to enjoy being out with Ade as they hadn’t really left his apartment since he’d gotten there at the start of the weekend.  Normally he was fine with that but the larger of the two had wanted to step out and enjoy a drink like they used to back in Nassau and many other friendly ports they’d visited.  Edward had no problems with that as he slipped into one of Ade’s hoodies and they were off.  Things had been going just fine, the two were casual and laid back, occasionally stealing glances and grins at each other as they enjoyed their drinks and the companionable time spent together.  That was shattered when some dope came in dropping that word the minute he’d given himself a bit of leeway to touch Ade for more than a split second of their shoulders brushing together.  He stiffened, only knowing the word was bad from having heard the recruits talk about it and what it was and meant.  He tried not to let it bother him, having been called much worse in his life time and it was effective so far, until the man practically shoved him off the bar stool he was sitting on.  It caused the cup in his hand to hit him in the mouth and effectively spilled beer all over the front of Ade’s hoodie as well as his chin and beard.  Before he could do anything himself, the larger man was up and he turned just in time to see the smashing of the mug against the other man’s skull.  The man was out flat groaning on the floor of the bar and Ade was back on his stool before he could blink.  Despite the fact that he could taste blood in his mouth from the smacking he’d gotten from his own cup, he grinned when their fingers were laced together.  He accepted his own knew drink and the towel full of ice he was given after the bartender had noticed him spitting blood into a napkin.  “No one’s ever done anything like that for me before,” he spoke, words slightly muffled by the makeshift ice pack covering his mouth.