[The face Blade makes at the mention of sardines is expressive even for him. It's safe to say he's not a fan, at least in this life.] Sardines don't belong anywhere near pizza whatsoever.
[He grabs his phone off the living room table and pulls up the number for the Cantonese place. He pauses for a second when Dan Heng offers to share.
It's just a favor done in return, but...]
... Sure. It's probably good.
[And it's hard to fuck up fried rice, but somehow, Blade has done exactly that.]
Do you want anything else?
[He is in his own house but this feels like... god, is this what a fucking date feels like? Is that why he's so nervous suddenly? No, he's not going to think about it. He's not.]
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[He grabs his phone off the living room table and pulls up the number for the Cantonese place. He pauses for a second when Dan Heng offers to share.
It's just a favor done in return, but...]
... Sure. It's probably good.
[And it's hard to fuck up fried rice, but somehow, Blade has done exactly that.]
Do you want anything else?
[He is in his own house but this feels like... god, is this what a fucking date feels like? Is that why he's so nervous suddenly? No, he's not going to think about it. He's not.]