Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔

I23I - Sheer Heart Attack

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I place one of my striped shirts onto a hanger and put it on the rack inside Brian's wardrobe. I notice he has his own side filled with clothes and little compartments to hold them all, but I don't have nearly as much as he does. Walking forward a bit, I take something in between my fingers that catch my eye flickered in his clothes. A bright red disco button-up, little disco balls all over it.

A snicker leaves my lips, remembering Bri saying he despised disco. Look where we are now.

I figure it's something I can probably tease him about later and walk back to my suitcase still on top of the bed and I just blankly stare into it, lazily not knowing what to grab next.

I barely got through my clothes even though the amount isn't comparable to Brian's amount. Maybe it's because in dragging my feet against the carpet back and forth, my stomach growling smelling the waffles from the other room and that is the main source of my distraction. I love Brian's food, or at least the way he cooks things then adds stuff to it. Last night was the very first time he's done that for me, it was superior.

Finally, I hear that he shouts my name sweetly from the kitchen allowing it to echo through the halls and vents. His voice is so loud, taking me out of any previous thought I had. I slam the suitcase shut and almost sprint back into the kitchen, slipping over my feet a little as I arrive in the doorway. Brian stands there with wide eyes and eyeing me up and down he clears his throat. "Hungry, sir?"

I make my way to him, a long stride as Brian keeps in his laugh my obviously holding his breath from his cheeks sucked inward. Then I inch toward the masterpieces sitting on the counter-top. The two plates and then the two waffles on each are spread perfectly. My eyes glow in amazement analyzing every single bump and crumb.

Wet whip cream is topped om each with a puff moving into a swirl, a strawberry placed inside of the cream down to the waffles that are slightly burnt, but not enough to make it look inedible. I can feel myself almost drooling.

The roof of my mouth itches constantly as I can't take my eyes away, "You- you made these?"

He chuckles quietly before wrapping an arm around my waist comfortably. This takes my attention away from the actual food to look up at Brian, the only being besides Pinny that could take my mind and put it somewhere else. There is so much I can praise him for. The way he can use a toaster, his impressive jawline, his adorable laugh, his fucking complexity.
"I'm the only person here, right?"

I grab onto the fork, staring at the masterpiece intently hesitating at the thought of ruining it. "Pinny's here... I assumed he made these with his tiny hedgehog paws."

He shushes me to stop joking about in hushed laughter, moving strands of my hair out of my face to place a smooch on my temple. My eyes follow his face leaving my own, leading to me smiling up at him as he speaks silvery. "Just try it."

I lower my face in response at the food, seeing that my right wrist is turning up slightly, almost barley in view for Brian to see the black and red bruise there as I'm clenching onto the fork. I clear my throat as if nothing is happening and I switch the fork into my other hand lowering that one to my side. I've become stiff in Brian's arm now that my back is straightened, hoping that he didn't notice a thing.

The realization comes to my head... that maybe that's why I'm nervous to expose myself to him to see the ones outlining my body in different parts. They don't hurt when delicately touched anymore, at least most of them that I know of accidentally because I've always been too scared to touch myself those ones. The ones on my arms seem easier for my brain to click and just instantly I try to get it off by mindlessly scratching-