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Anders stood at the kitchen door in nothing but that ridiculously pink apron, sweat upon his brow. Thick mittens cushioned a metal tray in his hands.
“Come Fenris, you shouldn’t be drinking in the morning. Why don’t you indulge in my delicious cookies instead?”
Fenris wrinkled his nose at the smell of burning carcass and looked down at Anders’ baked goods. They looked like lumps of coal.
“I’d rather not.”
“But I worked hard on these,” Anders whined. Always with the whining.
“No.”
Blondie took a step forward. He took a step back.
“Don’t worry, I’m a doctor.”
~*~
Living with Fenders would be a sad life of fast food, Chinese take-out and cancer.
Anders stood at the kitchen door in nothing but that ridiculously pink apron, sweat upon his brow. Thick mittens cushioned a metal tray in his hands.
“Come Fenris, you shouldn’t be drinking in the morning. Why don’t you indulge in my delicious cookies instead?”
Fenris wrinkled his nose at the smell of burning carcass and looked down at Anders’ baked goods. They looked like lumps of coal.
“I’d rather not.”
“But I worked hard on these,” Anders whined. Always with the whining.
“No.”
Blondie took a step forward. He took a step back.
“Don’t worry, I’m a doctor.”
~*~
Living with Fenders would be a sad life of fast food, Chinese take-out and cancer.