It was, wasn't it? And that was okay, that was actually okay.
Reaching for his apron, he slipped it over his head, and grinned at the other man: "One of these days I'll cook in nothing but the apron," he promised, perhaps just a touch full of himself, but as with last night, who wouldn't be? He was high on the moment.
As he cooked, John felt increasingly alright with whatever this was. After all, he was John the mighty, John the glorious, slayer of - yeah, probably best not to go down that track, mentally speaking. Glancing over at Bobby, he eyed him up and down: "I must be delusional, because you should be setting the table." He reached out to poke Bobby in the stomach, and found he wasn't exactly all pizza, beer and college boy waistline. "You feel pretty solid for a delusion. Now scoot, Frosty. A genius like myself does not need to be disturbed in the kitchen."
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Date: 2014-12-31 02:22 am (UTC)Reaching for his apron, he slipped it over his head, and grinned at the other man: "One of these days I'll cook in nothing but the apron," he promised, perhaps just a touch full of himself, but as with last night, who wouldn't be? He was high on the moment.
As he cooked, John felt increasingly alright with whatever this was. After all, he was John the mighty, John the glorious, slayer of - yeah, probably best not to go down that track, mentally speaking. Glancing over at Bobby, he eyed him up and down: "I must be delusional, because you should be setting the table." He reached out to poke Bobby in the stomach, and found he wasn't exactly all pizza, beer and college boy waistline. "You feel pretty solid for a delusion. Now scoot, Frosty. A genius like myself does not need to be disturbed in the kitchen."