Eh, really? I wasn't even sure you'd had it before . . . what kind d'you usually eat?
[He settles in to eat, and shifts close to lean lightly up against William's side. There's plenty of room on the couch, but . . . it's nice. Just a little bit. He doesn't get enough of this these days. And up his feet go on the table too, because he's a rude ass, but at least he's being a rude ass in his own place.]
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[He settles in to eat, and shifts close to lean lightly up against William's side. There's plenty of room on the couch, but . . . it's nice. Just a little bit. He doesn't get enough of this these days. And up his feet go on the table too, because he's a rude ass, but at least he's being a rude ass in his own place.]