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parchment; favorite book?

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@lucasashtons ,

My default ship choice is Rhack unless stated otherwise B) Thanks for the prompt! Hope you enjoy what I managed to type out.

(37 minutes/ 422words)

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Rhys frowned in irritation as he scanned the contents of the freezer for the 5th time. He blew a strand of brown hair out of his vision with a huff.

“JAAACK!” Rhys yelled over his shoulder. Jack walked into the kitchen clad in a pair of loose grey sweatpants, drying his wet hair with a towel. “Sup, kitten?” The older man strutted over to the corner of the kitchen and poured himself a hot cup of coffee.

Trying not to stare at the man’s bare back too long, Rhys pointed an accusing finger at his partner. “Where’s the ice cream cake?” Jack turned around and sat on one of the chairs next to the high top dining table. “We had an ice cream cake?”

The loosened neck of the yellow sweater slid past Rhys’ shoulder and he awkwardly shifted his shoulders so it would slide back over again. “You know, the one we were going to share with Angel?” Jack took out his ECHOpad to scroll through the news feed. “Ah, that one? I ate it.”

Rhys stood still, a beat of silence hanging over the space. He narrowed his eyes, fuming. “Remind me to kill you after I get another one from another, lesser shop because the best one closed down last week.” 

Jack rolled his eyes. “I’m joking! I don’t dig the stuff like you do. At least not enough to eat the whole thing on my own.” The scarred man put down his now half-empty coffee cup. “We still have time until Angel wakes up. We can get a better one in the meantime.”

“There is no better one in the station!” Rhys whined, putting his head in his hands in defeat. “Oh, don’t be such a baby.” Jack smirked, looking at Rhys in the corner of his eyes. The young man responded with a deadpan look.

“Oh, um… sorry. I shared that with Vaughn and Yvette when they came over yesterday.” Angel’s head popped into view from the back of the kitchen wall. “But we can still get something nice for dessert after today’s dine out.” Angel grabbed two slices of bread from the countertop and tucked them into the toaster.

Rhys visibly relaxed and smiled, ignoring Jack’s told-ya look.”We can totally do that. Why don’t you pick out the dessert? It is your special day.” Angel beamed as she took out a carton of milk from the fridge. “I’d like that.”