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shut up. ( he reached over to playfully shove her shoulder before he took another slice of pizza. he was practically inhaling it, already on his fourth slice in only a few minutes. )

dylan takes a step forward, carefully handing off the milkshake before fully walking inside, escaping the cold. he takes a sip of his own milkshake, eyes flickering to her. “ got everything you asked for. strawberries and milkshakes. ”

but you love me. ( he gave a wide smile then before munching happily on his pizza. he found the movie she’d mentioned previously, hitting the play button before he got comfortable on the sofa. )

“ hi, ” his lips twist into a small smile, holding the items up. “ i got what you asked for. more strawberries and a milkshake. ”

a short while later, he’s knocking on the front door — strawberries and milkshakes in hand just as promised.

/ i fear dylan would fall prey to people like this

just stay stocked all the— ouch! ( head whipping over to look at her, brows furrowed with a glare. he gently rubbed his leg, the other hand reaching for the remote. ) fine.

💬 : okay, i’ll get it 💬 : be there soon

you should start stocking your fridge for when i come over. it would be a lot easier. ( he walked over, setting the pizza boxes onto the coffee table before opening them. )

💬 : okay i’ll grab some on the way back 💬 : do you want a milkshake too?

💬 : okay i’ll be there soon 💬 : don’t eat all the strawberries

( pushing himself to his feet, he pads over to the door to grab the boxes of pizza. he returns a few moments later, lips curled into a grin. ) finally— i’ve been waiting all day. ( as if he hasn’t gone through all of her snacks. )