"What you like about me is that I'm cute and eat poorly," he asked, a small smile still curving his lips.
"You don't?" He pushed away from the wall, walking over until he was parallel to her, back to the window. "Shame. Come on then. Dinner will burn." And he head to the kitchen, hiding a smile.
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Date: 2011-04-22 07:15 am (UTC)"You don't?" He pushed away from the wall, walking over until he was parallel to her, back to the window. "Shame. Come on then. Dinner will burn." And he head to the kitchen, hiding a smile.