#but god SAME ugh.. seeing these two just CLICK itches such a scratch its insane

[a-quiet-garden]

While Vinnie was all for playful biting, he wasn't exactly in a position where he could easily snag his teeth into Simon. Infections be damned. Vin giggles a little when Simon's teeth clamp around his thumb for a brief moment- He thought it was simply charming. "Hot? Really? Geez dude, your taste in men is seriously degrading." He teases lightly before focusing on chopping up the rest of the pumpkin into smaller cubes- It would soften faster in the boiling broth. He uses his knife to push the pumpkin bits into the pot, which has bits of chopped onion and garlic to add flavor to the pumpkin. ...Given the fact that Vin actually reaches over and helps himself to some of the stringy gourd guts, Simon better accept that fact fast.

"You have no idea how happy i am to hear that though- I was seriously getting scared for you, man." Vin pauses, frowning slightly. But within the blink of an eye he's smiling again, vaguely motioning with the tip of the knife he holds over to the fridge. "Butter is already made! But I need you to grab it for me and cut a chunk out of the roll- No eating the butter itself- And then grab me a garlic bulb, wont you? There is some dried parsley, rosemary, and thyme in the spice cabinet too- Oh, and uhh.." He pauses to scratch at his stubbly beard. "Grab me some of the fresh mozzarella from the fridge, too?" mozzarella he made himself, too..? Well that answers the question as to how Vinnie keeps himself occupied. It's safe to assume that he grows, harvests, and dries all of his herbs himself, too. ...He doesn't move to push Simon away. He just stood there for a bit with his eyes shut, resting against his friend's warmth- It felt good, not to mention that Simon gave the best healing hugs. He actually moves and settles his wings around Simon to hug them back- A gentle, barely-there feeling.

"*puff, huff* Simon, what the h- *huff*... Some dude came running over to tell me you were planning on eating dry ice?!-" Vinnie pauses, panting and leaning against his crutch while staring at Simon. "Dude, do not tell me you have a belly full of that stuff right now. Oh my god your appetite is going to be the death of you- Okay, so, I think if you had a normal digestive track you'd be pretty dead by now... So so far, so good. Dude, Si, Simon, Si-Fi, talk to me, what were you thinking?" ( @a-quiet-garden tumblr please please tag me this time please

[ He was arched over in pure agony, blanket hugged close to his form. If his antennae were anymore drooped, they would fall off.. ] [ He looks up at Vinnie, one eye in a permanent squint, definitely highlighting just how much eating dry ice as an alien from outer space hurts ]

" th--three hundred calories " " hell yeEah- "

[ INSANE voice crack ] [ As much as he deserves a good scolding, right now he is looking as if he was going to be insanely sick insanely soon, so he reaches one arm towards Vin as best as he could ]

[ No way dude's going to cuddle u right now, u stinky filthy little creature ]

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