
❝ i'm a glorified hood ornament — what could i possibly have to pout about .ᐣ ❞
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❝ 𝘑𝘌𝘛 𝘓𝘈𝘎 . 𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘚 𝘔𝘌 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌 . ❞

❝ i'm a glorified hood ornament — what could i possibly have to pout about .ᐣ ❞

a chuckle , while he pushes a plate closer to the other. “thanks. eat up, while it’s hot…” a smile.

“it’s my cheering—up go—to meal when i’m not feeling well. and you look like you need it.” he’s closing the kitchen door, where poor cats are locked in. and dragging james to the table. “sit.”

cue some laughter, his hand closing around his forearm, and dragging him downstairs. “chicken curry okay with you?”


jesus, that’s even cuter. he’s smiling, softly. “a couple of hours, at most.”


cute. cute. cute, darn it. lips stretch in a smile, arms crossing over his chest. “hi… dinner’s ready, if you want?”

quite the vision of poised and charming masculinity. a chuckle passes his lips, moving closer to ruffle bond’s hair. “james.”

his hand stays there for a few seconds, before he steps outside, careful about the noise. and off to the kitchen he goes.

it would be crazy to lean into him and kiss his forehead. so. not doing that. but allowing fingers to run through his hair.

no comment on that, as he lowers him onto the mattress. “come on now. i’ll take care of dinner. rest.”

“i’m your … knight in nerdy glasses. you’re the knight in shining armour.” a laugh. guiding him upstairs, and switching the lights on. the bedroom is as tidy as his office.

one hand resting in the middle of his back. “i swear to god, i will not carry you upstairs. i do not have that strength in my body.” head resting against his.

“oh, come on. just go—” he’s *not pushing, thank you very much. “you’re about to lose consciousness, so please. get in bed.”

“… oh dear.” hes thinking. fast. “… i guess my bedroom is cat free.”