Generally, Will doesn't really care what Coco puts on. But the more her lack of motivation to get up and, as she calls it, pretty herself bothers her, the more it starts to bother him. He could care less about the makeup and the sweatpants or the whatever, but he doesn't like that she's unhappy about it. So he'd be lying if he wasn't kind of glad that she was getting dolled up and out of the house. In the back of the taxi, he rubs his thumb along the curve of her elbow, watching the streets of Manhattan pass by painfully slowly.
"Tell them to order me an iced tea, please?" He tells her, turning to lean his chin against her shoulder and watch her fingers move along the touch screen of her phone. He still kinda gets that smug feeling in his chest whenever he sees the brown and pink case snapped over the device, negl.
But he doesn't mean it, really. All right, yes, he does, he totally means it, because Coco is bossy, but only because she's the boss. It's totally natural. And besides, the fact that she's out of the house and presumably wearing something other than baggy pants and angst is a cheering fact to him.
Also besides, he has an Adler to entertain him while he waits. Be entertaining, husband. "They're late and they want us to order drinks. We're nothing but waiters now."
Said entertaining husband is currently doing his best to entertain a baby in the next table over with his silly faces and hand gestures. He registers maybe a bit too late what Leif says and turns back to him, his hands still placed comically over his eyes.
I am so hungry I might chew my own hand off. The word is desperation
--or Will's hand. Did he really need two hands? He was in good shape. He could handle being one-handed much better than Coco could. Coco was weak -- pathetically so -- and she needed both her hands.
Will wants an iced tea. Order an appetizer and don't touch it until I get there
Okay, so maybe she was a little bossy, but like many thing, Coco chose to blame this on the hormones. Completely neglecting the fact that she was always this bad. That was her story and she was sticking to it. She's practically face to face with Will now, all grumpy, childish pouting.
"Please, for the love of God. Tell me you have a pack of gum on you. I'm pretty sure my stomach is starting to eat itself."
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"Tell them to order me an iced tea, please?" He tells her, turning to lean his chin against her shoulder and watch her fingers move along the touch screen of her phone. He still kinda gets that smug feeling in his chest whenever he sees the brown and pink case snapped over the device, negl.
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But he doesn't mean it, really. All right, yes, he does, he totally means it, because Coco is bossy, but only because she's the boss. It's totally natural. And besides, the fact that she's out of the house and presumably wearing something other than baggy pants and angst is a cheering fact to him.
Also besides, he has an Adler to entertain him while he waits. Be entertaining, husband. "They're late and they want us to order drinks. We're nothing but waiters now."
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"Does that mean we should expect a tip?"
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--or Will's hand. Did he really need two hands? He was in good shape. He could handle being one-handed much better than Coco could. Coco was weak -- pathetically so -- and she needed both her hands.
Will wants an iced tea. Order an appetizer and don't touch it until I get there
Okay, so maybe she was a little bossy, but like many thing, Coco chose to blame this on the hormones. Completely neglecting the fact that she was always this bad. That was her story and she was sticking to it. She's practically face to face with Will now, all grumpy, childish pouting.
"Please, for the love of God. Tell me you have a pack of gum on you. I'm pretty sure my stomach is starting to eat itself."
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