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ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ. ([personal profile] intransigence) wrote in [community profile] trashbinned 2020-12-05 05:15 pm (UTC)

“I think it was Five and Vanya. Definitely wasn’t me.”

Not that he never did it, but he had outgrown that pretty quickly. Especially when back at his place he usually only makes sandwiches on the hot plate he has in the corner of the room; heating up soup always felt like too much of an additional step that felt unnecessary.

“Do you think Allison wants some soup? I’ll be fine with just the sandwich. And you’re eating at least a sandwich, you don’t get a choice.”

Just how apparently he won’t have a choice about dressing up. God, maybe he can actually find a room to stay at a hotel nearby. Staying here and being subjected to tiaras and little plastic jewelry sounds like some twisted version of torture even if the house is much better accommodations than any hotel he can actually afford.

He glances up again as the first sandwich goes on the pan, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “What, you want me to tell her stories? Isn’t the kid too young for that?”

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