for a minute the world seemed so simple.
Thread Topic: for a minute the world seemed so simple.
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Clay pulled back and moved away a little, his face heating up. “Should I leave, or-“
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“Uh, no, but you should go sit down,” George said softly. “And- don’t talk like, too much, I guess. They’ve seen you before.”
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Clay smiled a little, nodding. He glanced over at the chair before looking back at George, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before walking off. He walked over to the rocking chair and sat down, humming softly.
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George chuckled quietly, walking over to check on the bread.
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Clay watched George from afar, a lovesick look on his face. He flushed red and looked away when he realized he was staring, pulling out his phone to not look like he was staring.
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The other chefs started to come in one by one, George starting to ignore Clay so they may not get caught.
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(yeah u^u)
Clay groaned tiredly and stretched as he entered the kitchen, humming softly. “God, I’m so f---ing tired of training in the morning,” he muttered, looking over to see George. His expression immediately lightened and he smiled, walking over to the brunette. “Hey~” -
“Hi,” George said, smiling. “How’s training been?”
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“So tiring- And kinda painful,” Clay replied with a tired chuckle, stretching again and groaning softly. “You still need help with those dishes?”
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“No, if you’re tired, go sit down,” George said, nudging his head towards the rocking chair.
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“But, I wanna help you-“ Clay said softly, resting a hand on George’s. back.
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“Holy s--- you’re so sweaty-“ George teased, quickly flinching away from Clay’s hand with a laugh. “No, go sit down, I’ve got this under control~”
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“Fiiine, fine,” Clay said with a laugh, humming tiredly as he walked over to the chair and sat down. “And I’m not that sweaty,” he added, glaring playfully at his boyfriend.
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“Mm, my white uniform would beg to differ-“ George teased, turning around to show the faint handprint made from Clay’s sweaty hand that he had placed there.
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“PFFT-“ Clay laughed, staring at the back of his shirt. “Be glad you aren’t wearing white pants and I wasn’t groping your ass, or else you’d have some questions that would need to be answered~” Clay teased, smirking playfully at George.
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