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"That's right they left food." and smiled, following Aomine but stopping at the doorway of the kitchen, watching him. Pasta. It looked like pasta. He couldn't tell what kind though. Luckily Aomine was warming it up, the scent drifting over and he pinpointed the type. Shrimp pasta. This brought a new onslaught of giggles, the officer no doubt curious or annoyed at this while rolling Timothy to his spot of the table. "D-Did you know Mom makes this with a pound of butter?" and continued to giggle. "Paula Dean would be proud." and snorted, covering his mouth as he laughed. "Th-Thank you." and served himself while chuckling.

Timothy grinned but ate the food happily. "Considering how much you work out, I'm sure you'll be fine." The man definitely remembered waking up to the tanned man sweating, and part of him wished he had paid a bit more attention to it. "When Mom learned it was my favorite she tried to get better at it. Mother says that if they cook good food I'll need to find someone who cooks better." and sucked in a noodle before continuing. "Why do you exercise so much, though? Not that it's bad. But too much of a good thing can be bad." Take Andrew for example.

"What? But, that's okay I don't need to. they were saying when I settled down with someone." Though he supposed he wouldn't mind meeting famous chefs regardless. He wondered who was famous now, what new shows were on? He liked that one woman, what was her name? "Frustration and stress." Timothy repeated, listening to Aomine's answer. Sweaty and sore, exercising did do that but you'd need to exercise a lot to just become sore.

Timothy thought a moment on the question, wrapping more pasta around his fork. "Andrew made me do a lot of yoga and cardio, making sure I had good stamina and what not, made sure my body was nice and firm but not too hard." and chuckled. "I guess you can't really tell now, though. I'm just skin stretched over bone. I didn't mind it though, it was certainly a nice distraction from everything else." and ate the food, popping a thick shrimp in his mouth.

"I suppose not but they could have been..." he trailed off, remembering full well how much worse his 'environment' became. From just Andrew to other men to multiple men to dominatrix women and men... The outfits the words and disgusting things whispered in his ear or the lewd touches men put on him. Really he was nothing but a whore at this point. "I..." Brown eyes looked down and away, fork nervously being held and fiddled with. "I don't know." and bit his lower lip before turning his head, "I mean, Andrew only gave it to me so I could look nice and keep up..." Timothy paused hearing something clink and looked. His hand was trembling. he dropped the fork and moved his hands to his lap. "I'd like a healthy diet before I exercise." he murmured softly, glancing at his plate but no longer feeling ready to eat despite his empty stomach.

Despite his state of fear Aomine sill managed to get Timothy to laugh. "I don't think I could stand myself being overweight. I'm not attractive that way, and then I won't move on. I would be hiding behind my weight." he said softly, leaning into the warmth. "It, It isn't your fault. I'm trying to get better." and glanced up. "If I was fat I wouldn't fit in my wheelchair and you'd have to roll me around everywhere." and gave a small smiled, moving away from Aomine and looking at his food before slowly taking another bite. "Thank you though, for comforting me." Daren had made him laugh and that pulled him out almost instantly. He liked that, really. It was a good distraction.

Timothy felt his face heat up at the kiss, giving a bashful smile. "Not with sticks!" and laughed some more before eating, chuckling during it. What a silly man Aomine was. His plate was nearly empty when his laugh was commented on. Timothy had a nice laugh.

He had a nice laugh.

He had a nice laugh.

Timothy did.

He stared, face turning dark all the way to his ears and he looked down, shoveling the rest of his food in his mouth. "Fankyu." he muttered before continuing to chew, no longer wanting to look at Aomine. He'd never been told about his laugh. The man couldn't even remember Andrew commenting on it.

Timothy looked at the cat with caution before looking at Daren. "Um, can I take my plate to the kitch--Pudding?" he seemed to perk up instantly, looking at Aomine like a dog wanting a treat. "They brought me pudding? May I have some?" and looked at his plate before holding it out. "Please?"

Timothy laughed at the reference before nodding. "Thank you, Aomine. That means a lot. I'm glad they left some pudding, though. It's my favorite dessert." and smiled, waiting excitedly for the pudding. How long had it been since he had pudding? Sure Andrew had licked it off of him but even Andrew couldn't ruin his love of pudding. Well, he ruined it slightly, but not enough to put him off from it completely. "A bowl?" he asked, watching Aomine move closer and for a moment had the small fear that Aomine would make Timothy lick it off his skin or vice versa. Spoons were present and the fear disappeared instantly. "Thank you, Aomine." and scooped out a large bite happily.