thornsong.

❛ spike… ❜ she somehow manages to avoid laughing, putting the can of soup into the garbage where it belonged. ❛ okay, no more scary soup —— let’s eat something else instead. ❜ she stands then to move past him, pausing long enough to briefly place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze.

❛ it’s been a while since i’ve cooked for you. ❜ 

^{“  good.  “   her touch is soft,  has its own weight that she doesn’t even realize it has on him.   he relaxes a little and his face loosens from its irritation.    at least now that threat was gone.}   

      ^{“   longer than i thought.   anything’d beat noodles in a cup at this point.  “   a pause as she’s gone from his sights and walking off behind.   he can’t help but glance back a bit.   “  what’re you gonna make ?  “}