“Darn…I can’t do any of that. What are we going to do?”
Raphael looked completely confused, “What do ya mean by ‘we’?”
“What? Were you planning to just sit on the couch all night? That sounds pretty boring.”
“Tch,” she scoffed. “Now wonder you liked it.” She shoved a rather large spoonful of potatoes in her mouth before setting her plate down again. Eventually swallowing, she flopped sideways on her chair and yawned. “What do you like to do again?”
His eye twitched, “Can’t ya just take the fuckin’ compliment?” He snorted a bit and leaned back slightly. Blinking at her question, he said lightly, “Like to fight, work out, typical stuff. Work on my bike.”
“Darn…I can’t do any of that. What are we going to do?”
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“No one’s forcing you to complement anything,” she practically sneered. “I just don’t want you to go hungry because you’re being polite or something. If you’re not hungry you don’t have to eat.”
“Wasn’t being forced. I was bein’ honest. It’s good.” He said, munching on it even more.
She stayed quietly confused. He seemed sincere…obvious he’s pretty darn hungry. A big guy like him would be hungry all the time.
“…If you say so.” She stuck another piece of her cooking in her mouth and paid attention to the taste. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It wasn’t anything special.
“…haven’t had an home cooked meal in a long time.” He grumbled out finally, having finishing up his food. He thought it was good in which his stomach was happy to the fact that it was a home meal. Something other then pizza
“Tch,” she scoffed. “Now wonder you liked it.” She shoved a rather large spoonful of potatoes in her mouth before setting her plate down again. Eventually swallowing, she flopped sideways on her chair and yawned. “What do you like to do again?”
“No one’s forcing you to complement anything,” she practically sneered. “I just don’t want you to go hungry because you’re being polite or something. If you’re not hungry you don’t have to eat.”
“Wasn’t being forced. I was bein’ honest. It’s good.” He said, munching on it even more.
She stayed quietly confused. He seemed sincere…obvious he’s pretty darn hungry. A big guy like him would be hungry all the time.
“…If you say so.” She stuck another piece of her cooking in her mouth and paid attention to the taste. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It wasn’t anything special.
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Her arm stretched out to take her plate from the coffee table. “Mhm.” She plopped another piece of juicy steak in her mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor. “You should totally eat something.”
Reaching over, he grabbed his plate and began to eat, “…s’good.”
“No one’s forcing you to complement anything,” she practically sneered. “I just don’t want you to go hungry because you’re being polite or something. If you’re not hungry you don’t have to eat.”
Morisot listened attentively to his story, expecting it to be great. She continued to smile, but didn’t enjoy it. Stealing a cake ‘cause the waitress was a ditz was kinda’ rude and over done— of course she wasn’t going to say a word, though. “I used to just glare at them until they walked away.”
“Yea but glaring doesn’t always get your point across… and sometimes… they glare back and then spit in your food,” He frowned and scoffed
“Weeeell…since I was kind of covered up from head to toe…I don’t think they knew I was glaring. I think it just looked like I suddenly got silent.”
A widen smile stretched across her face and she decided to let the subject go before he got any redder.
“Ain’t no sweet heart. Just don’t like it when others are down.”
“Right. My mistake, of course you’re not.” She blew some hair away form her eyes. “Anyone can take one look at you and see how wrong I was. There’s nothing sweet about you.”
“Damn fuckin’ straight.”
Her arm stretched out to take her plate from the coffee table. “Mhm.” She plopped another piece of juicy steak in her mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the flavor. “You should totally eat something.”
She started to playfully hit him with the handkerchief. “Now you’re lying to me! YO’. LYIN’. AIN’T NO WAY.” She laughed a bit before stopping. “Don’t you just hate it when you’re at a restaurant and you ask for Coke and she goes..” She put one hand on her hip, the other curling her hair, and put on a bored face. ” ‘Is Pepsi alright?’ ” Mo asks with her best valley girl impersonation.
“Who doesn’t hate that?” he chuckled to himself, “Once that happened, so I got up, went to the desert table, grabbed a cake and waked out, their problems for not having customer service at a hundred percent…”
Morisot listened attentively to his story, expecting it to be great. She continued to smile, but didn’t enjoy it. Stealing a cake ‘cause the waitress was a ditz was kinda’ rude and over done— of course she wasn’t going to say a word, though. “I used to just glare at them until they walked away.”
