[Thread] Pyro & Bobby // MIDNIGHT SNACKING~
Who: Bobby (freezetagging) and Pyro (loluronfire)
What: Eating ice cream, being angsty, you know the drill.
When: Like, the middle of the night.
Where: Kitchen!!1!
Rating: PG? XD They're eating ice cream, for goodness sake.
Bare feet felt weird against the floor, even after a week and three godforsaken days of his sudden lack of comfort in excess layers, but that was hardly the biggest of Pyro's worries.
The most monumental, believe it or not, was staring him straight in the face.
A tub of ice cream.
He sighed and popped the lid, staring at it for a moment, before poking the spoon in and waiting. He'd never liked it before, but seeing Bobby's entry earlier had made him actually, against all common logic, want something to take his mind off of the whole ordeal. If that meant burying his face in a tub of ice cream and gaining ten pounds in two days, than dieting could go fuck itself because that was what he planned to do. Everyone acted like this crap was the best thing since man made fire, and maybe now that it wouldn't make his teeth feel like exploding in his mouth, he'd figure out what the hell they were all talking about.
In theory, anyway. He glanced sideways at the door (as though to make sure he wasn't caught in this extremely uncharacteristic moment, in his boxers and a baggy t-shirt with a tub of vanilla ice cream, huddled over the counter) before taking his first bite.
What: Eating ice cream, being angsty, you know the drill.
When: Like, the middle of the night.
Where: Kitchen!!1!
Rating: PG? XD They're eating ice cream, for goodness sake.
Bare feet felt weird against the floor, even after a week and three godforsaken days of his sudden lack of comfort in excess layers, but that was hardly the biggest of Pyro's worries.
The most monumental, believe it or not, was staring him straight in the face.
A tub of ice cream.
He sighed and popped the lid, staring at it for a moment, before poking the spoon in and waiting. He'd never liked it before, but seeing Bobby's entry earlier had made him actually, against all common logic, want something to take his mind off of the whole ordeal. If that meant burying his face in a tub of ice cream and gaining ten pounds in two days, than dieting could go fuck itself because that was what he planned to do. Everyone acted like this crap was the best thing since man made fire, and maybe now that it wouldn't make his teeth feel like exploding in his mouth, he'd figure out what the hell they were all talking about.
In theory, anyway. He glanced sideways at the door (as though to make sure he wasn't caught in this extremely uncharacteristic moment, in his boxers and a baggy t-shirt with a tub of vanilla ice cream, huddled over the counter) before taking his first bite.