hmu if you’re up for some angry up-against-the-wall kissing

     ❝ That’s a wonderful mutation you’ve got! ❞

                            ' wonderful ? hardly. '

              ❝ Hot chocolate? I hadn’t had                   any in ages. Thank you. ❞ 

  Steve can’t really get his eyes off of Glay.    When he decided to stay off the radar he   never thought he’d end up like this–one    of those crazy times in life where things    actually work.

                            the smile adorning steve's face has glay a flustered little mess, unable to keep his gaze from turning downcast as his own smile simply widens, looking over his handiwork. ' mmn.. of course. now, ' he hummed thoughtfully, fingers wrapping around the handle of white ceramic as he walked over to where steve sat upon the couch, ' —— it's not your typical hot chocolate, it's a bit thicker in consistency, so i hope you like it. ' he carefully slid onto the cushion next to steve, handing him over his own mug as he got comfortable. ' if you don't like it, i won't be offended, i do have swiss-miss too. ' he teased light-heartedly, taking a small lick from the neatly piled cream floating atop his drink, garnished with a sprinkle of cinnamon.

                “Well, it’s just been one helluva day. I’m starving.                 I’m thinking pizza? What do you think? Pizza?”

                        “  i agree and yeah definitely, pizza sounds great right now. can we get pineapple on it ? “

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