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cjw3rd: HEHEHEHE
jcn11: please, shut up
cjw3rd: i am never going to wash this hand
cjw3rd: EVER AGAIN
jcn11: that sounds gross
cjw3rd: i dont care <3
jingles7: i feel like i’m missing something
jasidelicious: same
cjw3rd: believe me
jcn11: you don’t want to know
cjw3rd: u guys dont wanna know
cjw3rd: …
cjw3rd: LET ME LOVE YOU CAPTAIN
jcn11: nope
jasidelicious: yeah i don’t think so either
cjw3rd: but :c
cjw3rd: we r meant to be :c
“I’m not mad,” Saras huffs with a nonchalant shrug, and he could pass for the most uninterested, careless man in the world, if he wasn’t running a big, sharp knife through a cut of pork meat twice the size of his arm with so much gusto you’d think the pork had insulted his mother. “I just don’t find it funny, is all.”
Juan Carlos is sitting at the kitchen table, his chin propped on his knuckles, and he’s trying, not too hard, to bite back an amused grin.
“Of course you’re not mad.”
Saras slashes the last bit of meat and then jabs the knife into the cutting board—it rests there, quivering, and when Saras turns around with a pointed look, Juan Carlos has to bring both his clenched fists to his mouth to stifle a giggle.
“Juanqui—”
“No, no, I see it,” he says, flailing a little. “You’re perfectly calm, clearly.”
Saras stares him down, and for a long minute the bubbling broth on the stove is the only sound in the room; eventually, he sighs and shakes his head.
“Fine,” he admits. “I might have gotten a bit, uh, passionate about the meat—”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Juan Carlos says, very seriously; Saras tries to point a menacing finger at him, but he cracks up after a moment, ducking his head with a warm laugh.
“You are the worst, seriously.”
“And also, the best.”
Saras walks around the table to cup his hands around Juan Carlos’ face. “The Alpha and the Omega,” he whispers theatrically on his lips.
“So I’m also Jesus now?” Juan Carlos giggles. “Can’t say that I mind that.”
Saras shuts him up with a kiss.
They forget the stew. Juan Carlos successfully multiplies fish and bread by calling the Mexican restaurant around the corner and ordering takeout.
cjw3rd: knock knock
jingles7: who’s there?
cjw3rd: THE HAND THAT HELD JUANKI’S HAND
