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Walter really hopes one day he'll be able to come over to Caro's house for reasons that aren't entirely awkward - the first time was because his goddamn cat went missing, and now... because she happened upon him when he was far more intoxicated than he'd ever like her to see. It ended well, save for the apparently inevitable Bourbon-related interruption, but he'd really rather it not have happened at all.

So today he awkwardly walks across to her house a few hours before her normal visiting time. To... he's not sure what, yet. Apologize for being a big fucking mess and a miserable sloppy drunk, maybe, but that's pretty much his entire existence summed up neatly, isn't it? He sighs quietly, knocks on the door, and waits.

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"Well at lest that'd be better than Pendleton and his banjo." She probably doesn't know about Murphy playing the banjo - well, she certainly does now. Best to warn her before they actually visit the man, at least. That the singing thing is apparently so awful has him wondering, though. "The singing thing really that miserable? Want me to twist Weyoun's arm about changing it, maybe?"

Walter just narrows his eyes at her even more. "The innocent act ain't gonna work on me."

"Banjo, huh?" Caro has a brief moment of surprise, but then reminds herself that she doesn't actually know anything about Murphy, really. She considers Walter's offer for a moment and sighs. "I'd like to change it, but it might actually be too late. Besides, it's mostly just embarrassing. I'll live." But she'll keep grumping about it in private while she can still get away with it.

"No?" Caro pouts at him. "Are you sure?" She shifts her legs a little, just to be obnoxious.

"Yep. Don't actually remember what the fuck Scotty did, though." Walter shrugs lightly. And even though she refuses his offer, he thinks he's going to go through with it regardless. Might as well. "If you say so." He's lying through his teeth, but doubts she'll mind on this occasion.

"Not even a little bit." He looks at her rather grimly, then tugs her down a bit. Far enough that he can twist around and lean over her, supporting himself against the sofa with an elbow. The cuts across his back are reminding him they're there rather acutely, but it's mild enough that he can pretty easily ignore the soreness.

Caro just shrugs. She kind of hates that she got roped into singing, but she hadn't realized how much it would bother her or she would have put her foot down when Weyoun caught her singing. Too late now.

There's a brief moment of surprise when Walter tugs at her legs and then oh goodness. Caro goes genuinely wide eyed for a minute. Then she smirks up at him and says, "Well this is an interesting angle."

"Very." Walter drops the grim act and smiles down at her. Even with his wounds complaining, this is pretty alright. "How long you wanna bet Captain pain in the ass will be out?"

It might not be terribly helpful to her but he takes a moment to brush the hair from her face, then traces over those scars he gave her with his index and middle fingers.

At least he doesn't have to worry about the cat interrupting them now.

"Um I think he--" And then Caro's brain short circuits for a moment. Dammit Walter, that is really distracting. She tries to scowl at him, but it's halfhearted.

She actually reaches up and grabs his wrist so she can finish that thought. "Don't do that if you actually want me to answer the question," she grouses good naturedly. "But I don't think he's going to hurry back." She lets go of his wrist... and then slides both hands into his hair. Might as well be distracting back.

"Oh, is this distracting?" Walter shrugs as much as he can and grins, given his position. He leans forward and kisses a trail over those scars. He likes being distracting as much as he likes Weyoun not being around.

He can't really complain about the hands going through his hair, not that he'd even consider it. He does grab one of her wrists long enough to kiss it it, though, before letting go so she can go back to... fucking around with his hair.

Caro isn't exactly complaining either, at least once she's not expected to answer questions. "It might be a little bi--" Welp. That's even more distracting. Still not actually complaining.

In a weird way, the kiss to her wrist might be even more so. Okay, that's enough of that. Caro both leans up a little and tugs Walter down toward her so she can kiss him properly.

Walter's more than happy to be pulled down and kissed. He leans against his elbow and slides his other hand under her neck, wrapping his fingers in her hair.

Eventually he pulls away from the kiss, but that's just so he can roughly kiss his way down her neck to her collarbone. He feels a little bad he's so goddamn scruffy and unshaven all the time... but not really.

Caro makes another one of those vocal keysmash sounds as Walter kisses his way down her neck. She may get to find out if scar kissing is a continuing trend after all. She slides her hands down his neck to do... something, she's not even sure what yet when the timer she set for the stew goes off.

"Oh goddammit." She scowls over Walter's shoulder in the general direction of the kitchen. "Really?"

Oh motherfucker. This would happen.

He lets his head drop down and sighs, maybe a little dramatically. This trend of interruption shit is seriously getting on his last goddamn nerve. "Guess you should go get that." Whatever that is.

Still, he's going to wrap his other arm under her and pulling her against him tightly. He gets in one last, hard kiss before he pushes back and awkwardly tries to disentangle himself. It's not as easy as he'd figured it would be.

Caro flops back down onto the sofa after that last kiss and crosses her arms grumpily. "I'm okay with burnt stew if you are." She means it, too.

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Walter hoists himself back to a mostly sitting position, leaning his weight on his shoulder against the back of the sofa. "And have the whole house smell like it?" He scrunches his nose up at that. He can practically hear Weyoun having a fit about how they could have burned the house down.

"C'mon." He reaches down and gently unfolds her arms, leaning down just far enough to kiss her hands. "It's not like I can't entertain you in the kitchen once we're sure it's not on fire."

Okay this hand and wrist kissing has to stop. It's a little too sweet. Caro sighs and sits up. "You don't even know what kind of stew it is yet. But fine."

She stands before they can get distracted again and heads for the kitchen. She pauses in the doorway to glance over her shoulder and add, "I'll remember you said that."

Walter actually knows pretty much nothing about stew in general beyond the fact he likes the ones she makes, and that's about it. It's food.

He watches her go before he actually gets off the sofa and follows along. The kitchen definitely smells like the stew and not anything burning, at least. He eyes the stove curiously. "So what is it this time?"

He stretches and finds himself a seat. He wishes he'd brought a flask or something, but after last night he didn't really want to tote liquor around with him. It seemed weird to come over to apologize for being a drunken mess and bring something to drink, even though his constant drinking is hardly something she's unaware of.

Caro fusses with the stew-- it needs a little bit longer. Which is fine, that gives her time to check on the pie. Yeah, she attempted dessert. Oh good, that's done. She takes it out and sets it on the counter.

"It's something called Pichelsteiner, according to Weyoun." Caro turns to look at Walter, because she really wants to see his reaction to that name.

Walter doesn't even skip a beat after she says the name. "Manners."

The pie gets a nice, long look. Pie. She made pie. He's gotta wonder, though... "Don't tell me Weyoun's some kind of food aficionado."

Actually, he probably is.

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Caro giggles. "I might have picked this for the name."

She pokes at the stew again. Oh good, it's done. She turns the stove off and hauls the pot off the burner. There's a brief moment where she almost reaches for a couple of jars before she realizes they can actually eat out of bowls for once. Weird.

"Actually, he's a really good cook," she says as she dishes out stew for both of them. "It's kind of his fault I didn't even bring you anything when he first got here. He kept cooking and I didn't think you'd want anything he made."

She sets the stew down on the table and starts poking around in her fridge for something to drink.

Walter carefully leans back and kicks his feet up in another chair. "Huh. I would've thought that'd be beneath him. Servant shit." He actually shrugs at the idea of eating Weyoun's food. "It's food."

He'd really rather have what she makes, though. Speaking of which, he gets started on his bowl while she finds a thing in the fridge. "Thanks, by the way."

"Apparently not. I think it had the side effect of pissing off his parents, so..." She shrugs.

Caro pulls a pitcher of iced tea out of the fridge and pours herself a glass. "Tea?" She holds the pitcher up for inspection.

She just sort of waves away the thanks.

Walter chuckles. "Weyoun the rebel. Dear god. Breaking rules. Slumming it in 12 now, 12. Boy, the folks must love that."

He nods. "Yeah, please." He really wishes he had something to put in the tea but oh well.

Caro snorts. "Yeah I bet." She pours Walter a glass of tea, and then sets it in front of him. She sits down with her own and tries the stew.

"This came out pretty good," she says mostly to herself. Hopefully the pie did, too.

Weyoun's had a very busy day trying to track down a vocal coach, and not just any vocal coach but one with both skill and willingness to come out to 12 and teach their Victor. This took... well, both a lot of time and energy, and maybe a little arm-twisting. The one he found is - eccentric is a kind word for it. But they're good, and they'll be in the District in enough time to get Caro up to Capitol-worthy practice.

He comes in the house with very little fanfare, but hardly covering his presence. He mostly expects Caro to be over at Walter's by now, after all. He's more than a little surprised to walk in on the two having dinner. "Oh." He starts, glancing between the two. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan, Caro."

Oh this is awkward.

Well hello Weyoun. At least you weren't really interrupting anything this time. "Hey Weyoun. Is it really rude if I let you get your own stew? I made one of the ones you were telling me about."

Caro just shrugs at Walter. Oh well. At least they hadn't left the stew to burn. That would have been really awkward.

"Weyoun." And that's about the best Walter's going to do at the moment. He focuses on eating, for the moment, though he's grateful Weyoun hadn't walked in just a few minutes earlier.

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