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Verity pressed the flat of the knife against the garlic clove, crushing it. After, they peeled the crinkly skin. Dicing it, they thought about what they might use for the meat. Originally, Verity had planned to hunt cow for this dish, but they figured that they might use the meat they already had—it was starting to spoil!
They hummed a tune as they sliced the thigh meat. Verity slapped it into the pan and it sizzled. The smell of cooked meat wafted into the air. Mob would like this dish, Verity was sure of it. Their head already went fuzzy with the idea of praise…
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Mob stared out the window, into the dark of night. He was still peering at the 'shed’, as Verity had called it.
I don’t think it’s a shed, Mob thought, and he was sure of it. But why would Verity lie? That fuzzy feeling came back as he tried to reach into his mind—he was blocked by fog.
Mob could feel a headache coming on.
I guess I could go downstairs.
Mob opened the trapdoor(which had been unlocked since yesterday)and continued down the stairs.
Mob smelled cooking meat.
"Yo, Verity! What’re you makin’, bro?"
Mob turned the corner. Verity was cooking up what he assumed to be some kind of beef.
"Just butter steak, Mob. I’m almost done, so why don’t you sit?" Verity sounded almost happy. Mob raised a brow, and moved to lean against the counter next to Verity.
"You’re happy today. Why?" Mob poked Verity in the shoulder.
"Need there be any reason?"
Mob shrugged. Verity resumed their cooking. They flipped the steak; it made a hiss.
"If I had to say," Verity spoke lightly, "It is because you are getting better. And I am also getting rid of this meat. I have had it for a while."
Mob felt his heart flutter a little.
"Aw, man, don’t be saying that gay shit."
Verity rolled their eyes. They picked up a sizzling piece of meat from the pan.
"Open."
They dangled it over Mob’s mouth. Mob flushed purple as they insistently pressed it to Mob’s mouth.
"Verity, fuck off with that gay shit-"
Mob attempted to push Verity’s hand away.
"Just eat it, Mob!"
"Verity—OH SHIT THE FOOD’S BURNING—"
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Shamefully, Verity scooped some slightly charred meat onto a plate.
"I am sorry. I have ruined dinner with my foolishness." Said Verity as they handed Mob the plate.
"Nah man, don’t worry about it."
Mob took a fork and started to eat.
Verity watched Mob as he ate. Their eyes softened.
"You look nice when you blush."
Mob nearly choked on his food.
"W-what? Why did you—huh?!" Mob was blushing AGAIN. He turned away from Verity. Verity tilted their head.
"You’re blushing again~" They purred lowly, sounding much too satisfied with themself. Then, they grabbed Mob by the waist.
Mob tensed.
"HEY! Yo Verity, back the fuck off—
Verity swept Mob up into a dance. And that accursed tune started playing once more.
Have you met my baby?
And suddenly,
She’s not a dame, nor a lady!
Mob found himself cradled against Verity’s chest, unable to speak. His face felt hot.
Not in the way she talks, the way she walks,
"Isn’t this nice, Mob?"
Or the way she l-o-oves me!
"Yeah. Sure…"