[ Shit. He’s so, so lucky. The kiss is brief and he doesn’t prolong it, letting it just be what it is. Quick and soft and perfect. ]
Your loss.
[ With that, he hops out of the car.
When he returns, it’s with truly obscene amounts of paper bags and the smell of baking clinging to him slightly. Three smaller ones, a larger one containing a round loaf and a still larger one filled with scraps of yesterday’s bread. He pushes one of the smaller bags into Alucard’s hands, and the butter of the pastry is already starting to render the paper shiny and partially see-through. ]
Can’t say I envy anyone who works with an oven all day in this heat.
no subject
Your loss.
[ With that, he hops out of the car.
When he returns, it’s with truly obscene amounts of paper bags and the smell of baking clinging to him slightly. Three smaller ones, a larger one containing a round loaf and a still larger one filled with scraps of yesterday’s bread. He pushes one of the smaller bags into Alucard’s hands, and the butter of the pastry is already starting to render the paper shiny and partially see-through. ]
Can’t say I envy anyone who works with an oven all day in this heat.