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"Oh. Thanks, but, you don't have to do that. I can get it myself." I nod at him and stand up from the bed, stretching. "Thank you, though. Aren't you hungry too?"
----------☤John Watson☤---------- ❝We can't giggle, it's a crime scene!❞
_ ❤ _ ✟ _ ⊹ _ ☺ _ ❝We solve crimes, I blog about it, he forgets his pants.❞ Signature By Crimson_Raven
Maine shook his head, not actually hungry. Then again, when did anyone ever see him eat? Always hiding behind his helmet and probably eating in secret.
"Alright...if you insist." I smile back at him and disappear into the cafeteria to get some MREs. I come back with two, placing one at Maine's feet. "Eat, you!" I call with a laugh. "Or do you want me to feed you?"
----------☤John Watson☤---------- ❝We can't giggle, it's a crime scene!❞
_ ❤ _ ✟ _ ⊹ _ ☺ _ ❝We solve crimes, I blog about it, he forgets his pants.❞ Signature By Crimson_Raven
Maine snorted a bit as he looked at the tray of MRE grade food at his feet now and lightly pushed it away, shaking his head and giving the gesture to show he wasn't hungry still.
I look up at him and shrug. "Eh. Alright. I'll eat them both then." I grin at him and push his food over to me and beginning eating silently, casually looking up into Maine's eyes. When I'm done, I place the empty treys into the trash can and look over at him. "What do you want to do now?"
----------☤John Watson☤---------- ❝We can't giggle, it's a crime scene!❞
_ ❤ _ ✟ _ ⊹ _ ☺ _ ❝We solve crimes, I blog about it, he forgets his pants.❞ Signature By Crimson_Raven
Maine just stared at York, surprised he can pack away that much of the disgusting meals so quickly without throwing up or looking ill. Seriously, he knew there was more then ten reasons why he was attracted to this guy.
I move back over to my bed and sit in Maine's lap, staring up at him. "What do you want to do now?" I repeat my question as I shift around, placing my hands on his shoulders.
----------☤John Watson☤---------- ❝We can't giggle, it's a crime scene!❞
_ ❤ _ ✟ _ ⊹ _ ☺ _ ❝We solve crimes, I blog about it, he forgets his pants.❞ Signature By Crimson_Raven
Maine came back into reality as he looked at York and set his hands on York's waist, shrugging lightly. He honestly had no clue either on what to do at the moment without wanting to destroy something.