gave that bitch a cake; bitches love cake. // three-dollar-gill: Hm. [Doesn’t venture a...

three-dollar-gill:

Hm. [Doesn’t venture a comment on the phrase “smart-wise”, instead trying a bite of the ratatouille to keep himself quiet.]

[Chews, savoring.] … … … [Glances up, noticing Chase isn’t eating. Also noticing he’s waiting disconcertingly eagerly.] … … … [Swallows.] What? What are you staring at me for? It’s— it’s good. [Frowns, hesitating on taking another bite.] It’s always good. I wouldn’t keep eating it when you brought it over if it weren’t good.

[Frowns deeper, setting his fork down.] Alright, spit it out— what’d you really come here for? What are you buttering me up for?

[Smile widens slightly as he savors it, distracting him to rest his chin on the back of his hand - and not realizing he’s staring until Gill responds.] Er— [Blinks and sits up again, turning his own attention back to the plate in front of him as if noticing it for the first time - and can’t help the smile flickering back up as the other man continues.] Heh— right, makes sense to me.

[Finally gives in and takes a bite, just as Gill demands a response. He hesitates in chewing, flitting his violet eyes up to the stern face before beginning to chew slowly.] Mm.. … …

[Swallows it and forces a smile, drawing his eyebrows together with some concern and looking down to avoid his gaze.] I’m not buttering you up, I don’t do that. I have more pride than to pull cheap tricks like that. [Sneers slightly, sighing to wipe it away as well as any traces of that smile.] I don’t know, I missed you. I said that already. I haven’t seen you in a while and I— couldn’t stop thinking about you. I just wanted to bring you something so I wouldn’t just be a bother coming along with my horrible company. [Slides into a frown of his own - stuffing another bite into his mouth and refusing to raise his eyes.]

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