turn that frown upside down
I want to write and be read today. Is there anything I can write for yall? Leave commentfic prompts if you like.
I can't promise anything and whatever I write will be small but....
I'd just like to write something that isn't fivesentencesmut right now.
EDIT thanks guys... i'm mopey and slow so sorry i'm not goin thru these faster.
I can't promise anything and whatever I write will be small but....
I'd just like to write something that isn't fivesentencesmut right now.
EDIT thanks guys... i'm mopey and slow so sorry i'm not goin thru these faster.
Meg looks at Cas, who is looking at a string of cheese still tying his slice to the box. She licks a smear of tomato sauce from her lips. "You're too funny."
Castiel scowls. "I do not wish to violate hygiene, but there are no utensils here with which to detach--"
"Use your hands. Geez, you'd think we'd never swapped spit before."
Castiel reaches out, curls a finger around the lingering string, and pulls. It comes apart with a bounce that plasters the cheese against his face. He frowns, crosses his eyes as though trying to look at it. "I really don't like pizza," he says.
"You haven't even had any yet!" Meg swallows her mouthful and leans back, kicking her feet up onto the table. "Come on, Clarence, it's not gonna bite you."
"It already did." Castiel peels the cheese off his cheek and gazes dubiously at the greasy piece. "And I can't use a fork?"
"You eat pizza with a fork, you're going to a hell even I can't get you out of," she said. "It is a cardinal sin. Roll up and go." She bends her slice in half and takes a big bite.
Castiel attempts. He looks rather more like he's trying to trap a wild beast, opening his mouth wide and attempting to guide the pizza in with a quick stab that misses and spatters tomato sauce on his cheek.
Meg sighs and throws up her hands. "This isn't working," she says. "Clearly I'm gonna have to feed you."
Castiel hunches forward. "I can feed myself." He manages to put his mouth around a bite and chews defiantly at her, still red-cheeked from his earlier, less successful encounter.
She gets up and plunks herself in his lap. "Still," she says, licking a stripe of marinara from his skin, "I can't let all that good food go to waste."
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