( he pulls the plate towards himself when she puts it down. normally he'd insist that they eat together once there's enough, but he really is famished and knows she won't mind. he leans across the island so he can grab cutlery out of the drawer, butter's already on the countertop in a little dish. syrup... shit. cupboard?
honestly he doesn't even care. butter's enough for now. he's slathering it up as he continues; )
Hoi was a fucking Buddhist, but he — you know, he always found a way to decorate for the rest of us. We used to do this thing with ammo boxes. They were already green, so... you know. A couple strands of lights from back home, some kitschy candy canes, Jefferson's fucking... Harry Potter scarf. Gaudiest thing I've ever seen, I think his girlfriend made it or something. But we made it work.
( he doesn't talk about his team. but he always does swear more when he mentions anything military. call it a tic. )
no subject
( he pulls the plate towards himself when she puts it down. normally he'd insist that they eat together once there's enough, but he really is famished and knows she won't mind. he leans across the island so he can grab cutlery out of the drawer, butter's already on the countertop in a little dish. syrup... shit. cupboard?
honestly he doesn't even care. butter's enough for now. he's slathering it up as he continues; )
Hoi was a fucking Buddhist, but he — you know, he always found a way to decorate for the rest of us. We used to do this thing with ammo boxes. They were already green, so... you know. A couple strands of lights from back home, some kitschy candy canes, Jefferson's fucking... Harry Potter scarf. Gaudiest thing I've ever seen, I think his girlfriend made it or something. But we made it work.
( he doesn't talk about his team. but he always does swear more when he mentions anything military. call it a tic. )