[ the look of love is truly in his eyes as he listens to mat walk through his decision-making process, his arm snug around his waist. it's endearing. every part of him is endearing and he likes that he doesn't quite fit in because milo has never quite fit in. it's never been a priority of his though when he was younger, he would often go back on his own word to himself.
comfortable in his own skin, he can't help but be drawn to someone who doesn't seem to be quite from here ββΒ or anywhere really. ]
That sounds perfect.
[ and with that, he puckers his lips and steals a little kiss right there in the ice cream aisle where his heart beats a little faster for mat. ]
( mat can't help but grin against milo's lips for a moment, pure delight on his face at that little smooch before he reciprocates happily, maybe even sneaks in another kiss for good measure. with his pint of sorbet in hand and an affectionate bump of his nose against milo's, he declares: )
We'd better keep moving, or you'll freeze.
( and with that, he lets the door to the freezer swing closed and places his carton in the prized top section of their cart, reserved only for the finest and most special groceries, slipping his hand into milo's. )
Do we have everything we need? I'm anxious to get home.
[ milo has grown accustomed to it, the random bouts of cold. it doesn't occur to him that the freezer would affect him. he smiles and regretfully releases mat before taking hold of their shopping card. the rush hour crowd has begun to filter in so they better act fast. ]
Let's get to a register so we can get home and cook! [ he has never been so excited for something so simple: making food with his boyfriend before the two of them have loving, giggly sex in front of the television. ]
( and milo may or may not be treated to an encore of mat's ice cream dance, except it's maybe a little wigglier this time, mat's delicate fingers curling around the metal at side of the cart as he walks alongside it, ice cream dance maybe shifting into something like an excited to go home and eat delicious food and sour sorbet and get laid dance.
when they arrive at the register, mat is quick to reach into his shoulder bag for his wallet, pulling out three one-dollar bills one by one, fishing around until he can also procure his eleven cents to present with a proud smile to his complete and utter breadwinner of a boyfriend. )
playfully he bumps his hip against mat as mat does his perfect little dance and milo can't stop grinning all the way to the cash register. it is truly the ideal sort of domesticity that milo never thought he would find so quickly in his young life. he has his card on hand but does not turn away that hard-earned three dollars and eleven cents which he puts back into his own wallet. hey, a contribution is a contribution. ]
Thank you. [ he hums as he begins to bag all of their food in the several tote bags he somehow shoved into his work bag before leaving the house. ] This definitely covers the sorbet!
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comfortable in his own skin, he can't help but be drawn to someone who doesn't seem to be quite from here ββΒ or anywhere really. ]
That sounds perfect.
[ and with that, he puckers his lips and steals a little kiss right there in the ice cream aisle where his heart beats a little faster for mat. ]
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We'd better keep moving, or you'll freeze.
( and with that, he lets the door to the freezer swing closed and places his carton in the prized top section of their cart, reserved only for the finest and most special groceries, slipping his hand into milo's. )
Do we have everything we need? I'm anxious to get home.
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[ milo has grown accustomed to it, the random bouts of cold. it doesn't occur to him that the freezer would affect him. he smiles and regretfully releases mat before taking hold of their shopping card. the rush hour crowd has begun to filter in so they better act fast. ]
Let's get to a register so we can get home and cook! [ he has never been so excited for something so simple: making food with his boyfriend before the two of them have loving, giggly sex in front of the television. ]
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( and milo may or may not be treated to an encore of mat's ice cream dance, except it's maybe a little wigglier this time, mat's delicate fingers curling around the metal at side of the cart as he walks alongside it, ice cream dance maybe shifting into something like an excited to go home and eat delicious food and sour sorbet and get laid dance.
when they arrive at the register, mat is quick to reach into his shoulder bag for his wallet, pulling out three one-dollar bills one by one, fishing around until he can also procure his eleven cents to present with a proud smile to his complete and utter breadwinner of a boyfriend. )
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playfully he bumps his hip against mat as mat does his perfect little dance and milo can't stop grinning all the way to the cash register. it is truly the ideal sort of domesticity that milo never thought he would find so quickly in his young life. he has his card on hand but does not turn away that hard-earned three dollars and eleven cents which he puts back into his own wallet. hey, a contribution is a contribution. ]
Thank you. [ he hums as he begins to bag all of their food in the several tote bags he somehow shoved into his work bag before leaving the house. ] This definitely covers the sorbet!