John turned a comical shade of salmon over his pasty skin, the color flooding inward from his ears and down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his t-shirt. And then he laughed gently, because grilled cheese was something he could handle.
"If you put bacon in waffles have you ever tried putting it in grilled cheese," he asked, quirking an eyebrow above his glasses. "Bacon makes everything better, bro." He delicately sidestepped the comment about Dave kissing his dick, because that was a horrifyingly appealing concept. Holy shit Dave you've made him gay within five minutes.
"I'm laughing with you, I promise," he said. "You just can't hear yourself." Another grin. "But I guess that's a decent tactic-- I mean, I don't think I'm secure enough in my masculinity to ride a Barbie bike either. Does it have a bell?"
He paused in the hallway, the color returning to his face.
"Erm... nnno," he offered honestly, fidgeting. "Just a lot of socks. Unused socks, I guess you could say. Socks that don't see many doorknobs." John stop talking.
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"If you put bacon in waffles have you ever tried putting it in grilled cheese," he asked, quirking an eyebrow above his glasses. "Bacon makes everything better, bro." He delicately sidestepped the comment about Dave kissing his dick, because that was a horrifyingly appealing concept. Holy shit Dave you've made him gay within five minutes.
"I'm laughing with you, I promise," he said. "You just can't hear yourself." Another grin. "But I guess that's a decent tactic-- I mean, I don't think I'm secure enough in my masculinity to ride a Barbie bike either. Does it have a bell?"
He paused in the hallway, the color returning to his face.
"Erm... nnno," he offered honestly, fidgeting. "Just a lot of socks. Unused socks, I guess you could say. Socks that don't see many doorknobs." John stop talking.