Thank the high heavens, a man who makes decisions!
[ Both about the logo and about the food. He'd all but applaud if he wasn't busy putting on eyeliner, seemingly uncaring that he's not giving his mirrored friends his undivided attention. The eyeliner is a deep violet color, instead of black, and he hums thoughtfully when he looks at it in the mirror. ]
Asking him to focus is a tall order, Black. I sat in his lap once and kissed him silly and I swear to you his hands were still tinkering with metal and tools behind my back all the while. [ He rolls his eyes and sighs, dramatic and forlorn. ] What's a poor lass like me to do? Spicy shrimp, though, got it.
But the one blinded by love's just going to have to suffer the delivery man's pick, since it's loooove that renders his poor, smart little brain helpless. The man can build a motorcycle blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back, but he can't decide on dinner. [ He may or may not wink at Tony for the tease, before he lets out another little huff. ]
Go back to work, both of you, dear god. I've never seen two men have such a rare feast like myself laid out before them and they still would rather look at mufflers and power tools. Ugh. I'll see you in a bit.
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[ Both about the logo and about the food. He'd all but applaud if he wasn't busy putting on eyeliner, seemingly uncaring that he's not giving his mirrored friends his undivided attention. The eyeliner is a deep violet color, instead of black, and he hums thoughtfully when he looks at it in the mirror. ]
Asking him to focus is a tall order, Black. I sat in his lap once and kissed him silly and I swear to you his hands were still tinkering with metal and tools behind my back all the while. [ He rolls his eyes and sighs, dramatic and forlorn. ] What's a poor lass like me to do? Spicy shrimp, though, got it.
But the one blinded by love's just going to have to suffer the delivery man's pick, since it's loooove that renders his poor, smart little brain helpless. The man can build a motorcycle blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back, but he can't decide on dinner. [ He may or may not wink at Tony for the tease, before he lets out another little huff. ]
Go back to work, both of you, dear god. I've never seen two men have such a rare feast like myself laid out before them and they still would rather look at mufflers and power tools. Ugh. I'll see you in a bit.