Snorting, he grabs Sungki’s face and presses a dramatic kiss on his mouth before slipping away to get another to-go container to put half of the cinnamon rolls from that morning into. That and the container of spaghetti get slid into a bag so that it’s all together when Lavy and Dawnya are ready to go home.
Well. Their original homes.
Hunter considers their house - their house, too, in a way.
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Date: 2023-04-11 09:28 pm (UTC)Well. Their original homes.
Hunter considers their house - their house, too, in a way.
“Lavy loves you,” he murmurs.