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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 20, 2012 17:47:53 GMT -6
Kenneth walked back, putting the cheese down with the rest of the stuff. "Work your magic." He said with a smile, walking over to the sink to wash his hands before he made his way back to Jordan, wrapping his arms around his waist.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 20, 2012 17:51:01 GMT -6
Jordan smirked, leaning back against him as he started the eggs to make the omlets. He'd often ended up cooking food for all of them, and worked quietly. After a few minutes he finished the meet and put it and the cheese in. "I need plates.."
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 20, 2012 17:53:12 GMT -6
Kenneth nodded, reaching up over his head to grab the plates and sit them down next to him, placing another gentle kiss on his neck. "You always make the best food." He said quietly, walking to get them forks.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 20, 2012 17:57:11 GMT -6
"Do not," Jordan complained with a smile, kissing his jaw. He carefully set the omlets up on the plates, and flipped of the burner before rinsing the pan in the sink. He wandered back to Kenneth, handing him his plate.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 20, 2012 17:58:31 GMT -6
"Thank you, handsome." He said with a smile, taking it from him. He walked over to the table, taking his seat and pulling his feet up into the chair with him.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 20, 2012 18:02:19 GMT -6
Jordan took his plate and followed, taking a seat across from him. He tucked a leg under himself, the other touching the floor slightly as he rubbed sleepily at an eye before taking a bite.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 20, 2012 18:29:29 GMT -6
Kenneth cut into his omelet with the fork, putting a bite into his mouth. He chewed it slowly before he got up to pour them both a glass of orange juice. "I told you you always make the best food." He said, sitting his glass down beside his plate.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 20, 2012 18:31:39 GMT -6
Jordan huffed, shaking his head in amusement before reaching for his juice. "Thanks.." He took a swallow, smiling, then returned to his food.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 20, 2012 18:35:35 GMT -6
He smiled over at him before he took another bite of his food, pulling his knees to the chest. He reached for his juice, taking a drink from it before sitting it back. "If we aren't flooded in, I can show you around old New Orleans."
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 20, 2012 18:39:03 GMT -6
"Sure." It would be nice to get out and stretch their legs. Especially before being stuck in a bus for who knew how long.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 20, 2012 18:40:43 GMT -6
"The plantation houses are really beautiful." He said, poking at a piece of ham before he put it in his mouth, looking over at Jordan. He reached up with the handle of his fork, rubbing his nose ring.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 20, 2012 18:43:12 GMT -6
Jordan nodded slowly, looking forward to a walk outdoors with him if it wasn't too nasty out still. Chewing another forkful of food carefully, he shifted his weight.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 20, 2012 18:57:00 GMT -6
Kenneth fixed off half of his omelet before he got full, pushing it away. He finished off his juice, looking over at Jordan. "Thank you." He said quietly, smiling his way.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 20, 2012 21:31:05 GMT -6
"Welcome," Jordan murmured, pushing at the last few bites of food before he decided not to eat it. He felt...off. And it scared him that he was so adapted to being on drugs that it felt wrong being off of them. Still, he smiled back at Kenneth, finishing his juice.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 20, 2012 21:33:34 GMT -6
"I'll go ahead and get dressed." Kenneth said quietly, getting up from his chair. He walked upstairs, putting on a band t-shirt and a pair of jeans before he walked back down the stairs, looking around for his shoes.
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