𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻

“ 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮. 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙩? 𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. ”

It was that hard! The software engineer would run his hand through his hair in a mildly stressed manner. " You dont have any allergies right? Nothing i need to avoid so you dont become the Walriders next snack?"

he smiled a little, teeth visible. “ 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙨𝙤...𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩... ”

he purred quietly, lightly leaning into the touch. his hand slowly rose to place it over miles'. first time he has done that.

“ 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚... ” he grumbled, laying his head down onto the table...he wants more affection, especially since his tummy is more upset.

" I- . . . Yes, Yes i'd like you to be there- "

gagging. he shook his head with another hiss, staring at the glass in frustration. “ 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 ”

" It would be weird if i did wouldn't it- No no you focus on what you gotta do."

he took it and drank it, immediately gagging and hissing at the shot glass. he hated it.

". . . Will you be finished by dinner?"

"We cant exactly put him in time out. . . "

“ ...𝙮𝙚𝙨...? ” he tilted his head to the side

"What is he a fucking toddler?"

“ 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚- ” small grabby hand motion...this is probably gonna make him frow up-

“ 𝙩𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙖..? 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤, 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. ”

"WHY ARE WE GIVING THE P[OWERFUL ENTITY ALCOHOL?"