you’re not very good at this, are you? you can come out.
﹝ she can hear his grip tightening, it sounded like wood, whatever it was. her own eyebrows furrow unpleasantly, eyes fluttering open in disbelief. ﹞
not really. my partner keeps putting me on the spotlight &. singing praises about my abilities to everyone else even when i specifically ask him not to.
have you eaten ﹖ i’m surprised these haven’t been scarfed down yet.
﹝ fingers lift up cup, lips nearing so she’d have a better chance at blowing on it. ﹞
your greed knows no bounds.
think i did a rather good job then, actually.
[ cheekiness returns to his features, shoulder knocking into hers playfully. ]
now eat up. breakfast's the most important meal of the day, after all.
﹝ elbow piercing his stomach, eyebrows furrowing &. cheeks ever-so slightly flushing red. ﹞
stop that. god forbid we ever actually put you on live television again——who knows what you’d say or do.
[ warmth fills the hollowness within him; a spark of something he'd long forgotten how to feel. shaking his head, gaze admiring the thinking cloth. ]
nonsense, we're a team. you've done incredibly ever since you've stepped through that door.