Maybe more than a Machine (Gavin x rk900)

I wouldnt doubt it if the food was poisoned... tbh

Nines' POV
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I chopped some bell peppers, and onions, cooking this ungrateful meat bag a breakfast. Then looked up, at Gavin.

He was just petting his cat, eyes closed.
That's not a euphemism....

I scanned the kitchen, and found a suitably clean pan. Then set it on the stove, and turned it on.

I opened the fridge again, and grabbed two eggs.Then cracked it into a bowl, and mixed.

Once the eggs were mixed, I poured it into the pan.

It sizzled.

"What're you cooking?" Gavin asked, voice quiet and calm.

"Food." I replied.

He groaned.
"Yeah, but like, what kind of food?"

"How about you turn around and look? Lazy ass." I mumbled, not even looking up from my task at hand.

Gavin huffed, and spun the chair back around to look at me.
"Just don't poison it..."

I glanced at him, giving a dark smirk.
"Don't give me ideas, if you don't want it to happen."

He audibly gulped.

I cooked the onions and peppers, and whatever else I was gonna put into the omelette, and took off the eggs. Then grabbed a plate and plated it.

Once that was done I made Gavin some coffee.

"Breakfast." I said, sliding it to the seating side of the kitchen island.

Gavin got up and sat down.

He drank the coffee, but didn't bat an eye at the food.

"I swear to god, you little gremlin, if you don't eat I will find a hose and stick it up your nose. Then blend the food and pour it into a funnel. It will still reach your stomach, but since your nose is... not top shape, it will be even more unpleasant tha-"

Gavin cut me off with a forkful of egg into my mouth.

"You talk too much." He stated, and then began to actually eat.
"Can't a man enjoy his coffee? Without threats?"

I spit out the egg into the sink, not being able to actually eat food without needing repairs.

Gavin slid the empty plate towards me.

I took it and rinsed it, then set it into the dishwasher.

He met my gaze.
"That... that wasn't half bad."

I scoffed.
"I have the knowledge of a 5 star restaurant, what the hell do you mean 'not half bad'?"

He looked at me with wide eyes.
"I-uh-um.... uh... I..."

I laughed.
"It's fine, you gremlin."

He let his face fall into his arms.
"I hate you..."

"I know, hate you too." I chuckled.

He lifted his head with a deep inhale.
"God, what am I gonna do with you?"

I shrugged, and walked over to him. Then sat down beside him.

Gavin flinched.

"Relax." I said softly.

He looked over at me, and I smiled.

"Wow, that's the first not creepy smile you've done." Gavin chuckled.

He leaned forward, hand on my thigh.
Then kissed me.

I kissed back. And before long, he had pulled back. Then wretched.

"I can't believe I just did that." He mumbled, wiping his tongue on his sleeve.

I chuckled.

He shivered in disgust.

I chuckled and kissed his cheek.
"You're welcome for breakfast."

He nodded, and got up. Then disappeared into his room.

I touched my finger to my lips.

His were so warm, and soft and.... alive.