While chucking Gabriel off their person seems like both an easy response and a convenient one, Kennedy is immediately happy to settle on just draping their arms over his shins, one hand higher up his leg than the other, thumb idling circles under his knee.
“I feel like this is an invitation-slash-request to either make waffles or have waffles made for you. Would I be wrong to assume that?”
❛ hey, i didn’t say it. ❜
pleased that he didn’t have his feet swatted back to the ground, and even more pleased that he got his oh-so-subtle message across, ryker grins wolfishly. there’s nothing he enjoys more than breakfast food and cute people, so this is a potential two for one.
❛ how much do waffled presses cost, anyway? ❜