Rat (
plaguedrat) wrote2014-10-09 04:50 pm
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For two months, Rat has done his best to avoid cooking meals. To him, it marks acceptance giving in to the form of the city and letting the apartment it provided become his home. Grey's presence has changed that rule. It's why he's bought carrots, potatoes, a round of beef, stock wine, and spices. For Grey.
Cooking for himself, letting this place be any kind of permanent? Rat can't do that. For Grey, though, he can.
Cooking for himself, letting this place be any kind of permanent? Rat can't do that. For Grey, though, he can.

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Plenty.
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Like Rat had before, Grey inches his hips forward and with some wriggling out of thin material, he gets a hand around them both, stroking, his eyes finding Rat's.
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More than ever, he wants Grey's arm to heal. The things they could do once he doesn't have that cast...
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With a heavy-lidded smile, he lifts his fingers if Rat wants a taste.
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