[ as he hands over a fully undressed clove of garlic. Just one. But the second will be speedier. ]
I think she would... [ Refuse to, maybe. Resent it, possibly. Find it ridiculous, certainly—and knowing she did would make him wither up into a husk by the third time she looked him in the eye to fulfill the obligation. ] No one thanks her. You know? And she would not expect them to. [ Still bent over the counter, he sways his legs to slowly knock By with his hip. ] La bonne chose.
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Date: 2024-07-02 06:29 pm (UTC)I love you,
[ as he hands over a fully undressed clove of garlic. Just one. But the second will be speedier. ]
I think she would... [ Refuse to, maybe. Resent it, possibly. Find it ridiculous, certainly—and knowing she did would make him wither up into a husk by the third time she looked him in the eye to fulfill the obligation. ] No one thanks her. You know? And she would not expect them to. [ Still bent over the counter, he sways his legs to slowly knock By with his hip. ] La bonne chose.