@Desvelarse pets
Corbin nodded at that. He took out a container of already cooked chicken. “How about I warm this up for you?”
Corbin nodded at that. He took out a container of already cooked chicken. “How about I warm this up for you?”
"Fine." Matrix snaps, poking Corbin in the small of the back. He hisses a stream of steam down Corbin's neck as he backs away and leans on the counter
Corbin flinched at the steam and gave Matrix a look. He put the chicken on a plate before putting it in the microwave.
"What's with the look?" Matrix smirks, folding his arms and raising a taunting eyebrow
Corbin chuckled and shook his head. “Nothing,” he hummed and took the chicken out of the microwave.
"Aw! Nothing? Are you sure?" Matrix couldn't hold a straight face and laughs, doubling over slightly
Corbin chuckled at that. “What do you have in mind, huh?”
Matrix winks but laughs so hard he crouches on the tiled floor, covering his face and wheezing, "How does Belial do it?!"
Corbin laughed at that. “Come over here, Matrix,” he chuckled a bit.
"Food food fud." Matrix trots over beside Corbin quickly
Corbin gave Matrix’s lips a quick peck before handing him the plate of chicken, it still warm. “If you’re hungry after, I can make more.”
"Sit." Matrix barks, "You still hurt." Grammar is a thing He hisses, riffling the human's hair
Corbin gave a huff. “Come sit with me, then,” he said, limping towards the couch.
Matrix sets the chicken plate on the counter and grabs Corbin's elbow in case he falls, "I gotcha buddy." He sits down beside him
Corbin gave a hum in response. He sat down on the couch, stretching his leg out a bit.
Matrix wraps an arm around Corbin's shoulders, "You ok?"
“Yeah, I’m good,” Corbin said with a smile. “Now eat up before it gets cold,” he added.
"AH! I have stand again! Well. Up." He stands with a groan and gets the plate. He brings it to the coa ch and sits down again heavily. Already half the food is missing
Corbin watched Matix sit down. He looked over at Orion after, who was laying down on the run by their feet.
"Here. Want some?" Matrix holds the plate out to Corbin.
Corbin shook his head. “No thanks. I’m good fron breakfast still,” he answered,
Matrix shrugs, stuffing his cheeks with the rest of the food and setting the empty plate down on a light standd table beside the couch, "Now what?"
“Lets just relax for a bit,” Corbin breathed out. “Or do you want to try your clothes on?”
Matrix's mind shoots somewhere else and he snorts but shrugs, crossing his legs on the couch cushions.
Corbin chuckled when he realized what Matrix thought. He gave Matrix’s thigh a quick squeeze before laughing more.
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