Cementing Relations
January 28th
Well, an eventful breakfast. It wasn't supposed to be, just myself and Ahamo. An attempt of mine to get closer to him, without the stress of losing those close to us. And it was working, he and I were flirting like old times.
Until he tried to eat his porridge. The spoon wouldn't go in. He tried again. Nope. He sniffed it. He declared it cement.
Turnbull, ever helpful, broke protocol and asked if there was something wrong. Ahamo said one word: Cain.
Ahamo launched himself out of his chair, bumping Turnbull out of the way and shoving the bowl into his hands. In his fluster, Turnbull dropped the bowl, smashing it onto the floor. He flustered over it most ungainly, almost near tears.
Men.
Well, an eventful breakfast. It wasn't supposed to be, just myself and Ahamo. An attempt of mine to get closer to him, without the stress of losing those close to us. And it was working, he and I were flirting like old times.
Until he tried to eat his porridge. The spoon wouldn't go in. He tried again. Nope. He sniffed it. He declared it cement.
Turnbull, ever helpful, broke protocol and asked if there was something wrong. Ahamo said one word: Cain.
Ahamo launched himself out of his chair, bumping Turnbull out of the way and shoving the bowl into his hands. In his fluster, Turnbull dropped the bowl, smashing it onto the floor. He flustered over it most ungainly, almost near tears.
Men.