“Awwuh…” Mao cooed playfully, “A mama’s boy!” He was one to talk, though Mao’s mother wasn’t a typical mom, and over the years she had been incarcerated they had grown apart. She had been fun and everyday was exciting, but she hadn’t done much actual mothering. He was lone wolfing it now, no moms needed.
Vaughn was a gentleman, but a gentleman who would eventually join him in bed, it seemed. This implication pacified Mao and he was back to looking smug. Being called cute helped, of course.
“I think I could find more interesting things to chew on than your arm.” Brows waggled but he said no more. He figured if he flirted too heavily Vaughn might blow a fuse and stop functioning. “But you won’t have to worry if you keep bringing me snacks from work. ...You still will, right?”
On the subject of food, the lo mein was abandoned in favor of beef teriyaki, sharp teeth tearing the meat from the stick enthusiastically. It was good, but not as good as dead people.
“We should do lots of stuff.” All the stuff that wasn’t truly enjoyable alone. Regarding the waterpark; “Don’t assume! I can do water okay. Or, uh, didn’t some half bar half roller skating rink open around here a couple of years ago? I remember something about it from before I left last time…” Would now be a good time to mention he wasn’t twenty one yet? Nah… “But yeah. Movies, waterpark, and… Do you dance, V?” He perked a brow. “I like to dance.”
He reached over and poked the man in the ribs with his now bare teriyaki stick. He didn’t do soft and fuzzy very well. Being thanked like that made him feel a little weird. “And you’re welcome.”