Smiling around a mouthful, I reach up and comb my fingers through his hair again, a stupid wordless little gesture I keep finding myself making.
"Yeah, you better like it. It was made with love, or whatever the fuck," I mumble, smirking and reaching for juice that isn't there. Sighing heavily, I stand up and walk over to get the glasses he left on the counter, "Can't even do the one fucking thing I ask you to," I tease, holding out a glass for him and sitting back down.
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Date: 2007-03-26 04:24 am (UTC)"Yeah, you better like it. It was made with love, or whatever the fuck," I mumble, smirking and reaching for juice that isn't there. Sighing heavily, I stand up and walk over to get the glasses he left on the counter, "Can't even do the one fucking thing I ask you to," I tease, holding out a glass for him and sitting back down.