He wasn't even sure why he asked. Yet, call it knee-jerk, but he for some reason wanted to be sure he wasn't being walked into something else that wound up with someone after his heart.
...And he had said he wasn't his type. Which was still pretty fuckin' rude but you know what, his l o s s.
"I can cook. I'm not a super master or whatever, but I feed myself fine. Trade ya some non-instant shit."
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He wasn't even sure why he asked. Yet, call it knee-jerk, but he for some reason wanted to be sure he wasn't being walked into something else that wound up with someone after his heart.
...And he had said he wasn't his type. Which was still pretty fuckin' rude but you know what, his l o s s.
"I can cook. I'm not a super master or whatever, but I feed myself fine. Trade ya some non-instant shit."