wake up and pay attention.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[he's lounging on the counter, reading something that's entitled '50 Easy On-Mission Recipes for Field Agents'.]

Where's the pizza recipe...

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[spyied.livejournal.com]

[fjskl;fs. jumps.]

... well, geez, if I wanted frozen pizza, I could heat one up. I want one made from scratch.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[snickers just a tad from the jump]

I'm too lazy for that sort of thing and cooking's not my thing anyway.

[lazily saunters over, dressed in black clothing that looks a little too big for him. Definitely not as interesting as that lingerie from earlier]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[tugs on that shirt. well, he's in black too, but it's a skintight bodysuit.]

No lingerie? I'm sad.

I'm not good at cooking either, but. Hey. I want pizza, so.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, sorry. Maybe I'll put something special on just for you.

Get a girl to make some. They seem to be good at that sort of thing.

[waves flippantly, sitting down]

And I'd like to know anyone who can find a good place for more whiskey.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... that is not a slight blush at his cheeks.]

The only girls I knew burned what they cooked.

Can't you just try the liquor cabinet?

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[grins a little at him, getting up with a small stretch. He won't acknowledge what he saw just yet anyway]

I always thought it was natural for girls to cook. Oh well.

Not for my special stuff.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. S'posed to be.

[he looks a little interested.]

--special stuff, like the cobra and scorpion thing?

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Yep. That's all gone and now I need a refill.

[a slight sigh as he slumps against the other]

And a nap.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[--blink, blushes a little.]

U-uh... make your own, or something?

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Suppose I could. I need sleep first. The people I know just won't let me do that.

[just.... hangs on him with a yawn]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... blink. tries to keep him up.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[snickers a little, pulling back]

You could have just dropped me you know.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

That'd be rude of me.

[grin.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

You're cute.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[blink, glances at him.]

... thanks?

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

I was hoping to get you to blush again, to be honest.

[nuzzles against him, huffing slightly]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[fjklsf. that nuzzle gets him to blush, though.]

O-oh.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

There we go~

[breaths this against his ear]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[sh-shudders.]

Geez. You act like me.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Do I now? Well I suppose if we have the same face, the same germs and all that, it's not so odd.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

I'm not like most of the blushing virgins in here?

[blushing part down, virgin... not so much.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Blushing virgins are cute, but I try to not taint them too much. Soft spot, if you will.

But your blushing is cute.

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[fjklsfs getting redder.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

And it's so easy too.

So, what's the body suit for?

[looking him up and down now with a little grin]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... huffs a little and shakes his head.]

Line of work.