" Polaroid camera || Rody x Vincent || Dead Plate "

{7}

Vincent taught Rody how to make a grilled cheese, though Vincent wasn't sure he really paid attention. Rody was stuffing his face, taking large bites out of the grilled cheese and quickly. Vincent worried he might choke by how fast Rody was eating at it.

Vincent was staring at Rody, judging him. Rody acted like he was starved which maybe he was if he just admitted that he doesn't cook or it's the fact that he doesn't get cooked meals anymore. Either way, Rody didn't need to eat it so quickly and messily. Rody had crumbs all over his face and shirt along with his hands. Vincent chuckled quietly to himself, such a dork.

Rody finished the grilled cheese and looked down at himself. Man he was messy. He looked up to see if a napkin was near by or something to clean himself with. The paper towels were near the kitchen counter he was eating over so he grabbed one. He started to wipe his face and hands with it. He had to get another one to wipe off his shirt.

Vincent watched that, Rody cleaning off the mess he made. Vincent was standing next to Rody near the kitchen counter. He was glad Rody at least had the decency to clean up after himself, considering he could smell that Rody didn't shower. He wondered how someone could live without showering.

Vincent cleared his throat, wanting to get Rody's attention once he was done cleaning himself off. He couldn't help but find it a bit funny, so messy and like Rody won't eat again. "Now that you're done..." He crossed his arms. "Wanna head to my apartment?" He raised an eyebrow as he asked.

Rody looked at Vincent when Vincent cleared his throat, tossing the paper towels in the trash then picking up his plate. The least he could do is rinse his plate off and clean it which is what he starts doing. He thinks about Vincent's question as he did so, he didn't really feel like sitting around.

Rody turned to Vincent once his plate was cleaned, stayed quiet the whole time which left Vincent to wonder if Rody would want to go up to Vincent's apartment. He smiled. "How do you feel about going to the park?" He didn't know why but he felt like walking around and seeing the beautiful rose bushes the park near the bistro had. Maybe he could take a few photos. That's right, Rody kept a Polaroid camera in his small basket on his bike. He didn't really have a reason for doing so.

Vincent was thrown off by the question, something he didn't think about. Going out. "Uhm..." He paused. "Sure, why not?" He shrugged, not sure how else to reply to it and he didn't want to reject the idea since Rody suggested it.

"Great!" Rody smiled really wide, looking like an excited child or, a better example, someone getting their dream item. "Let me grab something then we can go!" He turned to the back door, walking around the counter then over to the door.

"I'll drive us." Vincent knew Rody's bike didn't fit two people, or at least he thought. But, in reality, Vincent didn't want to be on a bike. Not because of Rody or anything but generally didn't want to be on a bike.