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codesbreak.

          on one hand, dj could say he’s proud of himself for keeping from grimacing — but he’s also eaten a lot worse than this. either way, he swallows, keeping his expression neutral. and, as if he hasn’t heard a single word gabriel has said:

          “ just don’t use s-s-ssso much salt next time, eh ? ”

he’s not so cocksure and insufferable that he’ll cluck his tongue and toss in a patronizing smile, but gabe’s eyebrows do hit his hairline, which should serve well enough as a reminder that he is a world famous goddamn chef. widely celebrated. not to be critiqued on a dish-in-progress.

as he’s taste testing it now, however, he begins to deflate like a days-old party balloon. it’s unsalvageable. shit.

         ‘ and you. ’ he dumps what remains without tearing his angry gaze from dj. ‘ don’t touch my shit next time. ’

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i really want to use this blog but i’m tired of making icons for everyone so i might... not? (for a while at least) i don’t know! i’ve just felt out of place and uncomfy everywhere lately so it might be nice to test him out w/o that Aesthetic Pressure

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codesbreak.

          well, now you’ve challenged him. without breaking eye contact, he plucks up the food in question and shoves it into his mouth. whole.

         ‘ you won’t be able to shake that taste for at least 45 minutes, ’ he says, his tone the verbal equivalent of a resigned shrug. ‘ don’t say i didn’t warn you. ’

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         ‘ you never tweeted me back, man. ’ it sounds lighthearted, but it’s the smile that seals it. ‘ i thought we had something special. ’

@jungianthing,  sc.

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         ‘ --- hey. hey. you’re not gonna eat that. don’t eat that. ’

@codesbreak,  sc.

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like for a starter from this as yet nameless chef guy

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#me on a diet