[ Dave looks John over as he comes out, because he's wearing a goddamn apron and he'll probably laugh him right out of town after the warm and fuzzies fade, but for now, he just thinks it's cute. John is the best housewife. It is him.
He's pretty quickly distracted by the cake, though. Whether or not he likes chocolate (and he likes it just fine, thanks), the red hots are what wins him over. Oh, John, you know him so well.
He plucks one off the cake and proceeds to press it gently to John's lips to prompt him to eat it. ]
action; I think NOW it has.
He's pretty quickly distracted by the cake, though. Whether or not he likes chocolate (and he likes it just fine, thanks), the red hots are what wins him over. Oh, John, you know him so well.
He plucks one off the cake and proceeds to press it gently to John's lips to prompt him to eat it. ]
You're killing me, babe.