Inktober: ROASTED - 10/3/18
I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him close. It had been too long. He grinned, stepping back to look me in the eye. "You look tired. You been sleeping alright?"
"Eh, I've been alright," I shrugged. I glanced at my reflection in the window beside me. "These bags under my eyes make me look like a meth addict, though."
He pursed his lips, cocking his head slightly. "I don't think it's the bags."
I nodded, scratching a spot under my chin. "True, true." He opened his mouth to continue. "The meth probably doesn't help."
His mouth clapped shut again. He blinked a couple times. I blinked back. He let out a hearty laugh. "I was not expecting that."
I beamed. "Gotta keep you on your toes."
"What's the fun in roasting you if you just roast yourself harder?"
I pulled him close again. "It's done in good company."
"Eh, I've been alright," I shrugged. I glanced at my reflection in the window beside me. "These bags under my eyes make me look like a meth addict, though."
He pursed his lips, cocking his head slightly. "I don't think it's the bags."
I nodded, scratching a spot under my chin. "True, true." He opened his mouth to continue. "The meth probably doesn't help."
His mouth clapped shut again. He blinked a couple times. I blinked back. He let out a hearty laugh. "I was not expecting that."
I beamed. "Gotta keep you on your toes."
"What's the fun in roasting you if you just roast yourself harder?"
I pulled him close again. "It's done in good company."
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