Damien Thorn (ceo_antichrist) wrote in zombielandlogs, @ 2019-04-06 03:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | the omen: damien thorn, true blood: lafayette reynolds |
Who: Damien and Lafayette
Where: Prison Kitchens
When: Bendy; 4/03 Wednesday
What: Having lunch
Warnings: Flirting, pork/meat jokes, food innuendo, mature themes, possible sex talk, etc.
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Damien could usually tell if a guy was flirting with him, or physically attracted to him. Most of the time. But there was the rare occasion where he hadn't known right off. Oh, he was aware of the cook's compliments to him over the course of time they'd been here. Handsome. Darling. Pretty boy. Pretty face. Of course he could also tell immediately the man's orientation when hearing him speak, which was much like his own preferences. But he could never know for sure if it meant an attraction, even though he knew full well just how good he looked himself. But he sometimes wondered, was it actual flirting and interest to him, or was it just how the man talked, was it just how those among the gay community spoke in Louisiana? Hard to fully know in this particular case.
Though their last talk... well, now. It had become slightly clearer. Just a little bit. Okay, more than a little. He also couldn't help but catch a little bit of innuendo when the chef had talked of cooking some canned ham, and about craving pork- seriously, that had to have a double meaning. Of course he had flirted back a little. Now, today? He had got a message on his phone that the hot pork was ready for him. He took a few minutes to get himself ready. It was just lunch, but he wanted to make himself look nice. Make himself look a bit more enticing. He was wearing a black silk dress shirt that had the top three buttons undone, and a pair of tight jeans that clung to his rear just right whenever he'd bend over or sit down, had his hair combed with a slight strawberry scent from his shower earlier. Oh yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.
And so, now ready, he made his way to the kitchen, walking with confidence through the prison. He wondered if he actually heard a whistle or two as he continued on, but his mind was more focused on getting to the kitchen. As he drew closer and closer, he could smell it. The smell of ham cooking, sizzling, the smell of salt and other such things. Such a nice aroma. Goddamn, he was hungry and it only increased with time. It didn't take much longer as he soon found his way there, leaning against the door frame and his eyes settling on Lafayette by the stove. "Well, hi there," he said with a charming grin, allowing the man a view for a moment, and then walking into the room and taking a closer look at the food. "So, you said you had some hot pork for me?" Said with a normal face, though with a slight smirk. Really, it was hard not to laugh at that. He sniffed, letting out a pleased sigh. "Hm, smells so good. And looks good too. It's ready?"