?? hello to you too

meow.

sure, man.

yawn.

/ i always forget that he’s 34… his old ass…

ooh, you wanna see me that bad?

it’ll keep you away from my peanut brittle.

gonna start locking my door.

if you keep feeding her she’s gonna get chubby.

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of course she’s out there. she misses the scraps you feed her.

says the guy making no effort to leave.

yeah.

rude.

i can’t find meadow.

:-(

sleeping soundly .. unaware of the other man’s presence.

sleeping with a hat tipped over his face.

yeah, yeah. see you around.

you just wanna watch me walk away?

i dunno. could be busier.

hey, you.

#needthat

raising an eyebrow.

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“are you staying long enough to steal some of this brittle off me, at least?” austin grins, nodding towards the pot. “i think i’ve got more than i need to sell. been cooking all morning.”

“uh-huh.” the baker gives will a lighthearted once-over. “i’m sure you would if i let you.” he opens his oven, squinting to gaze at the brownies inside. too gooey. he closes it again and focuses his attention back to the other man.

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“will.” a voice greets. austin slips inside after doing some garden work out back, jeans and hands covered in dirt. a familiar dog trails in behind him, a toy in her maw. he grabs a stray cloth off the counter, giving his hands a quick wipe.

“you’ve come to snack me out of business, i assume?”

she’s bloodthirsty. ate a bug once.

i’ll have meadow do it.

rude.

a shiver runs down his spine. only *his* knight would have the gall to utter such things. his other hand moves to the long locks beneath him, pushing the hair out of the man’s face.

“i don’t feel quite as lucky knowing you’re withholding your urges from me.” he admits, his own boldness shining.