Spaghetti and Women

AN: I have literally no excuse for the title

Broken slipped into the kitchen and sighed softly, looking at his face in the reflection of the microwave. Which he had to bend over to see, he’s very tall I don’t talk about that enough. The gash in his face wasn’t horrible and probably wouldn’t leave a scar, not that Broken would mind because he thought the gash looked pretty cool. He wiped off the blood drooling down his cheek and got to making dinner. He wiped it on his sleeve it’s fine it’s sanitary… Remus won’t know.

“S’ready…” Broken called once dinner was just about done cooking. Remus scooted into his chair and rolled into the kitchen, grabbing plates from the lower cabinets. Yes, the two of them just realized they could put plates there last time they did dishes. “Say when..” Broken scooped spaghetti noodles into his plate. “Your face is bleeding.” Remus said. “Don’t worry about it..” he wiped his face again. “That enough..?” “Yes that’s fine.” He said, slightly defeated.

They both got their dinner and settled down on the couch, not saying a word to each other. “Should go on a date..” Broken stood up to get his second plate of the night. “A date would be nice.” Remus hummed. ‘But Ambush they just went on a date-‘ shut. I know, my story my rules. They went to bed Remus read Broken to sleep cute things cute things it’s disaster time.

Disaster time after a wee time skip, my old friend. Broken woke up late, chugged a can of whatever energy drink was in the fridge, broke a couple laws trying to get to work, did no work, had lunch, did less work you know how these things go. Broken walked out of the office with a headache from his simultaneous sugar and caffeine crashes, clomping towards his truck.

A huge weight slammed against him and held him pinned against the side of his truck. “This shit again..?” He asked. “Quiet.” The woman’s voice from the other night huffed. “You’re such a pain.” She picked him up much easier than anyone other than the giants had ever been able to, carrying him to the same bush from the other night.

Broken looked down at her massive forearm, because big women are chefs kiss, and did the most cat thing he possibly could have. He bit her as hard as he could. “Ow!” He yelped and pulled back, feeling around his mouth. His teeth were still in tact but only barely, the woman’s skin was unnaturally thick. A lot like the dogs skin now that Broken got a closer look at it.

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