Comfort

Fluff

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  While we waited for the mozzarella sticks, Grian and I chatted on the couch again.

"So, how are we going to find Pearl?" I asked, hopeful he has a plan.

"Right, I was thinking posters around the neighborhood.  Calling neighbors, see if she visited them or anything..." Grian suggested.

"Yeah, we'll start there." I agreed.

The oven went off, the cheesy sticks were finally done!! I perked up excited to bite into them, causing Grian to chuckle at me.

"Hey, don't laugh at my starvation." I say, watching him go get them out from the oven.

"Oh, you haven't eaten today?" He asked.

"Not at all." I cry.

"Why not?" He was worried.

"You." I say dramatically.

"Oh..." He said, sounding regretful.

He got the plate prepared, with a bowl of marinara on the side. My mouth was watering at the smell.

"Dig in." He exclaimed, handing me the plate.

I reached out for it like a baby, smiling like one too I'm sure. Grian sat next to me and started watching the Office. I ate one before asking if Grian wanted any.

"Aren't you going to eat any?" I offered.

"Ah, I'll wait until you're done." He replied.

"And what if I eat all of them???" I say, stuffing my face with the second one.

"Well then we'll call it even." He said.

I looked at him, before I understood. He took what I said earlier too seriously.

"Dude, take one." I demanded, shoving the plate at him.

"If you insist." He reluctantly took one off the plate.

  We finished eating, Grian cleaned up everything and we watched a few episodes of the Office.  A few might be an understatement, because it was now pretty late...  Grian stopped us though once Netflix asked if we were still there.

"Okay, well if your curious, I made the bed before you got here, so it's clean." He chuckled, "You wanna pick your outfit?"

"Thanks for that information.  Yes I would like to pick out my outfit." I said that last sentence like a girl.

"Alright, let's go." He laughed.

  He lead me upstairs, as if I've never been to his house.  We made it to his bedroom, naturally I opened his closet.

"Uhh...  Well that's not where I keep my pajamas." He laughed, pointing to his dresser.

  I wanted to say something but I was only able to laugh at my stupidity.

"Although, this is perfect if you sleep in button up shirts and khakis." Grian chuckled, walking up to me.

"I'm surprised there's not a chicken costume in here." I joked.

"What!? Why would there be a chicken costume in here..?" He continued the joke, slowly shutting the door nervously.

  We laughed at each other, then made our way to the dresser, where normal people put their pajamas.

"So, I was thinking my gray sweat pants, they're pretty big on me.  And then for the shirt, I'm a bit lost on, most my shirts are tight." He stated, going through his neatly organized drawers.