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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:29 pm
Present Day
Among the Taylor-Sevens household, ice cream was a common dinner. Connor certainly never gave a s**t about eating healthily, and their excuse was that it was so ******** hot outside that it was acceptable and literally no one was going to tell them otherwise.
"Mint," Connor called from the living room in response to his husband's question about which flavor he wanted. At the moment he simply couldn't be bothered to get his own because holy s**t effort and the fact that Adam was already in the kitchen and he was a CHUMP when it came to playing nose goes.
Therefore he had taken to creating a small nest on the couch and calling it good.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:52 am
Adam pulled two cartons out of the freezer, scrunching his nose at the vibrant green ice cream his husband tended to prefer. Not that his looked much more appetizing. It was maybe thirty percent icecream, and the other seventy percent was globs of caramel, nuts, chocolate, and things Adam probably couldn't even name.
He should be concerned more for both their health, but he couldn't bring himself to care when it was five-trillion degrees outside.
He stuck a spoon into each carton like a flag pole and carried them out like that. To hell with dishes. "Movie night or trashy tv?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 12:31 pm
Present Day
"Sit in front of the fan and pretend satan isn't raising hell outside night," Connor responded. In the course of Adam getting the ice cream, Connor had slumped off the couch and fallen in front of the fan, letting the air blow directly in this face.
His only acknowledgment of Adam's presence was two arms in the air while his hands made grabby motions.
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