( 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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Date: 2020-02-25 02:53 am (UTC)( 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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Date: 2020-02-26 03:08 am (UTC)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!