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[haolehothead]

Danny's been working a nice little meal all day. There's a little fowl, a little spicy sauce on top of it, and he's just written Steve's name down on a pretty little sheet of paper that might, one day, give him some kind of decision power -- so he may be crazy, but at least he's gonna be crazy as he goes down swinging. He's wearing a pair of jeans

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[newkindofcop]

Steve's been standing there for a while as he watches Danny pick up the dog, walking in and out of rooms with him. He's still towel-drying his hair after rinsing off in the outdoor shower, but he's got clothes on for dinner so he doesn't show up in swim trunks, slipping into a pair of ratty jeans and a threadbare yellow t-shirt. He leaves the towel out on the porch to dry and slips off his sandals before he walks in, and he's waiting in the kitchen by the time Danny makes the rounds and comes back, Zulu still in his arms.

"Pretty soon he's going to get too big for either of us to do that anymore," he admits, reaching over to gently ruffle the dog's head. "Dinner smells good."

[haolehothead]

Danny turns at the sound of Steve's voice and he won't lie -- he goes a little bit stupid when he sees how Steve looks in that shirt. It's just that it's so see-through and Danny can practically see every muscle and nipple and holy crap, Danny is just screwed. "Yeah, dinner is dinner," he says, letting the dog down when he starts to struggle. "Dinner is dog. And the things, with the things."

[newkindofcop]

Steve can't mask the smile that forms, especially at the sight of Danny looking like that, the attempts to talk normally and civilly when his expression says it all. He leans in just enough to brush lips against Danny's and then takes his seat at the dinner table, scooting his chair in close and looking over the plate appreciatively. "Like I said, smells good."

[haolehothead]

"You're a menace," Danny whines out past the kiss, leaning in to steal another kiss from him, just because he can. "Hey, hold up," he says, digging out a couple of glasses of milk before Steve can tuck in and immediately head for water. "So? Did you see? Council nominations are up!" he says eagerly, digging out the cutlery to eat.