[ It's true, Robert should have just stopped while he was ahead. Why didn't he expect Flambae to answer like this? Fool. Stupid fool. And yet! And yet, another peek at that genuine laughter from Chad actually just might make seagulls with used condom wrappers worth it. He likes that sound, and he likes what it does to the man's face, even if he can't see it so well at the moment when he's glued to the expanse of chest that he is.
He gives a light laugh of his own to the shove, which almost makes him cling to Flambae all the more.
[Now that Robert's eyes are closed, Flambae can freely sport the goofiest, most humiliating expression of endearment that he is physically capable of with those chiseled features.
The dispatcher clings to him and he returns the fervor of that grasp. Is it any surprise that Robert likes to be held, well, no, considering his loveless and lackluster relationship history... But for it to be by someone like himself is still a surprise.]
You eat terribly.
[He states it with a matter-of-fact, joyful snippyness.]
The seagull fucking fattened itself on plastic and jizz, and that's basically what all Twinkies are anyway.
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He gives a light laugh of his own to the shove, which almost makes him cling to Flambae all the more.
But then he groans softly. ]
Oh my god. Well. I'm going to bed.
[ and he just... CLOSES HIS EYES?
After a few long seconds, however: ]
That is not better than I eat.
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The dispatcher clings to him and he returns the fervor of that grasp. Is it any surprise that Robert likes to be held, well, no, considering his loveless and lackluster relationship history... But for it to be by someone like himself is still a surprise.]
You eat terribly.
[He states it with a matter-of-fact, joyful snippyness.]
The seagull fucking fattened itself on plastic and jizz, and that's basically what all Twinkies are anyway.