[ someone wanting to do anything right for him is not a thing he's used to. funny how it takes some supposed screw up like himself to even give a shit to do that. maybe they really are good for each other, despite how similar they are. ]
[ Jason knows that feeling well, but maybe that really is why they work so well. They're good for each other, when no one else in the world really is, or even bothers to give a shit.
He gives an insane amount of shit about John. Even if they stayed mad at each other today he would've cooked for them, but it's better this way. ]
Like... turkey, mashed potatoes, and sweet potatoes. The uh... one of the people I used to live with- Alfred. I only spent one Thanksgiving with them, but he made this amazing sweet potato thing and I wanted to make it for you too. Maybe some pie, too? Do you like pie?
not as bad as it was but taking tomorrow off just in case smh
[ shifting some, he comes to flop down beside the other there on the bed, tucking an arm behind his head as he does. ]
I mean... pretty much anything's fine with me. Not like this holiday shit has much meaning to me anyways, you know? No traditions or anything on my end.
Nah, not too basic. I was hoping you'd say that...I got a bunch of apple pie filling.
[Jason doesn't mind that their hot and steamy sexy time has turned into talk about food. He wanted to get John off too, but this is what they're doing now and he's fine with that.]
Doesn't have any meaning to me either. I really have only done it once. But... I want one with you. Is that stupid?
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sorry been sleeping all day with a migraine 🙃
Make more like what?
[ because now he's a little interested. ]
Oh no, are you feeling any better now?
He gives an insane amount of shit about John. Even if they stayed mad at each other today he would've cooked for them, but it's better this way. ]
Like... turkey, mashed potatoes, and sweet potatoes. The uh... one of the people I used to live with- Alfred. I only spent one Thanksgiving with them, but he made this amazing sweet potato thing and I wanted to make it for you too. Maybe some pie, too? Do you like pie?
not as bad as it was but taking tomorrow off just in case smh
You know how make all that?
[ he's not trying to call his bluff, just. well. he sure as hell can't make any of that, so. it's a little impressive. ]
And I mean, yeah. Who doesn't like pie?
Good idea. I hope you feel better soon. That shit is such a bitch <333
...I'm gonna try? Hey, come on. I cook for you! It's not bad, right? I figure it out like 99% of the time.
[There's stuff he remembers, stuff he doesn't. He's a fast learner though.]
I did my research. It'll be great. What kinda pie do you like?
it really is ❤️
[ shifting some, he comes to flop down beside the other there on the bed, tucking an arm behind his head as he does. ]
I mean... pretty much anything's fine with me. Not like this holiday shit has much meaning to me anyways, you know? No traditions or anything on my end.
❤️
[Jason doesn't mind that their hot and steamy sexy time has turned into talk about food. He wanted to get John off too, but this is what they're doing now and he's fine with that.]
Doesn't have any meaning to me either. I really have only done it once. But... I want one with you. Is that stupid?