i'm heading to bed now that i made sure you didn't destroy anything. you two can have at them yourselves
[taking the lid off like they're gonna blow up... they don't! :D !!!] do you want some before i share with kidd
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i'm heading to bed now that i made sure you didn't destroy anything. you two can have at them yourselves
[taking the lid off like they're gonna blow up... they don't! :D !!!] do you want some before i share with kidd
yes its been more than enough time....don't be afraid to open the lid i promise you wont get bitten
are they done. Do they look done
why are you afraid of boiling water if youve made pasta before. its the same boiling water as when you put pasta in it, youre just putting a sausage in it instead
only to make pasta.
Have you never used a stove before? like. ever in your entire life? be honest with me
im scared is the water supposed to boil
he just called the casing of the hot dog its foreskin can i have a new boyfriend.
usually sev is way better at cooking why did he nearly short the breaker in our kitchen just now
the beginning of...whatever you want to have with him. i can't really tell, admittedly, but it's on you to take steps in the right direction anyway. ...that just tells me progress is being made. slowly, and kind of jumbled, but it's better than being solely on bad terms with him. +
beginning? beginning of what? we snuggled after watching shrek and it made me feel weird. [speaking around his cigarette dangling loosely in his lips.] dued punched the shit outta me and that felt weird too. all in the same night. does that help you understand our relationship at all?
oh, they're not mine...or at least, they're not for me. i keep them around in case any of my coworkers need an extra. *taking it and putting it back in his pocket.* you know how cooks are. ^^ +
he's... real cute, i'll give him that. but he's hardy and equally dumb as he is smart. dunno where i'd even begin, though... i'd think i'd throw up if i kissed him with his pizza breath. [slouching forward to cup his hands in lighting the next cigarette of his choosing. ...giving the box back.]
*he had to stifle a dry laugh at that notion. craving affection but blocking off all the roads to it...talk about a self fulfilling prophecy. yet listening to him vent, he couldn't help but empathize. being alone was never fun, even when you were the one encouraging it. +
he had hit the butt of the cigarette. discarding it, he stomped it with his boot.] dammit. there goes my last one.
oh...i guess i πΈπ’π΄ a bit busy just now. sorry!! ^^;;; next time i'll pay a bit more attention...
u didnβt pick up
*the touch felt odd in his chest, but the man in front of him needed comfort. patting until the coughing stopped, then leaving his hand there to rub gentle circles on his back.* well...i'm older. i've seen a lot over the years. it's hard to keep up that optimism, as hard as i try. +
and you're far from bein' as sweet as he was. [despite coughing, he was going back for another drag...] i miss that almost.
*instinctively moving to pat his back.* i've tried plenty. my seven and i are happy because of it. *knowing him, huh...he always figured this seven was nothing like his own. but hearing this...seeing that small sliver of vulnerability...it was undeniably familiar.* ...knew?
because he knows me. you don't. there's a difference. my elliot knew me, too. [another drag.] you wouldn't even bother to try. not like i'd let you anyways. [exhaling. wincing in doing so- too soon. choking on a cough.]
*waving the ring away, rolling his eyes.* ugh, always so rude. i can't believe the mayor...sorry, i mean my coworker....my boss? ...dued. why does he even give you the time of day? (this cross-universe stuff is so confusing sometimes...;;;)
[startling a bit! then averting his gaze.] yeah, yeah. whatever. [taking a long-winded drag before exhaling, turning his head a bit to puff a smoke ring at elliot. on purpose!] just thinkin' about shit. that's all. none of your business, pizzaboy.
*taking a seat nearby, on the opposite side of the smoke...seems he was used to dodging vapors from his coworkers.* odd to see you not causing trouble for once. i have to say, it's kind of nice.
[smoking... he's enjoying it the best he's able.]
*nodding along to her story, brow furrowing along the way. he certainly looked like he went through mud and brush...and smelled like it, too.* i see...what color was the toad? or was it too muddy to tell? +
+ i saw my skateboard right by the sidewalk where i left it , and i skated all the way back home ! fortunately , i dried off due to the winds by the time i got back here ! [ . . . that whole journey explains the putrid smell emitting off of her . ]
there you are! ...seems like you had fun. what'd you get up to out there?
[ he was out playing for some time now . . . but heβs back ! . . . . and sheβs covered in dirt and leaves , and all while having ruffled up fur . but at least sheβs happy ! a big smile was present on his face . ]
what?! ace, when did that happen?? did you get it looked at??? *stopping in shock, but at the canine's nonchalance, he slowly started up again. prepping the ingredients, heating up the pan, things like that.* you really need to visit more often. how long has it been there???
yeah! bullets. pretty sure the one in my side ain't doin' too hot, but i don't really think about it. it's just a pellet, though! [still just observing... being patient.]
no, no....i'm just checking. pets have never really been my forte, so i worry... *deciding on a recipe and gathering everything to put on the counter, double checking once it was all together.* ...bullets?? did you just say bullets???
um. typical dog things, i guess? grapes, chocolate, bullets. all things dogs shouldn't be havin'. you wouldn't put that in meat, would ya? [staring expectantly.]
hmm...i did recently pick up those cuts to experiment with... think i'll be able to do something like that. *looking over the ingredients himself, going over recipes in his head...gears clearly turning.* is there anything you can't have? i'll work around whatever there is.
a big juicy steak! or maybe a drumstick? meat. i want meat. [he stated without looking, already set in his decision. thinking about a good ribeye and drooling.]
*shooting him another concerned look. picking up his pace toward the kitchen.* i'll make you whatever you want, so long as we have the ingredients for it. feel free to rife around the pantry to see what we have to work with.
[trotting after! small tail wags.] like actual people food? count me in. still feels wrong, though. maybe i'm losin' my humanity- haha!!
maybe, but...i don't know. it feels different when it comes to you. *stepping away, heading towards the kitchen. beckoning them to follow.* come on, let's get you something proper.
scraps, really. why? ain't that what dogs are supposed to eat? π§ [leaning his head into it.]
junk...? ace, have you been eating properly??? *now just cupping his face...running his thumb through his cheek fur, showing clear concern.*
just hidin' out from bar to bar... not much luck on anything but junk though. [smiling a little at least!]
*squishing their cheeks!!!* why would i offer if i didn't want to spend time with you?? it's been a while. i've been wondering where you've been!!
if you're sure... don't like gettin' in the way of your family stuff