Psych: Tradition (Gus, Shawn; G; 210w)
This is just pure, unadulterated sweetness.
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Gus, Shawn; G; 210w.
Gus' face scrunched in revulsion at the sheer principle of the thing. "It's like he doesn't know us at all."
Tradition
The sweet smell of jerk chicken filled his flared nostrils. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he said, fanning it towards himself and savoring it.
"My dad had the audacity to ask me if we ever get tired of eating here," Shawn said, and Gus was touched to see genuine disappointment marring his features.
Gus' face scrunched in revulsion at the sheer principle of the thing. "It's like he doesn't know us at all."
Shawn put his fist over his chest. "That's what I said." He exhaled. "Let us eat this meal in commemoration to the special bond that has developed between us and this manna among men."
Gus felt the sympathetic tears coming on, so he nodded quickly and picked up his fork, stabbing the first piece. Shawn did the same and, slowly and with great ceremony, they reached across the table until their pieces met in the middle, like a fist-bump, but with more meat and sauce and maybe just a little unsanitary, but he'd overlook it just this once.
"To the sweet-spiciness," Shawn said. "May it never leave us."
"Amen," Gus said, and he didn't know if he was just imagining it, but that first piece did taste extra amazing, like it was infused with something special.
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Gus, Shawn; G; 210w.
Gus' face scrunched in revulsion at the sheer principle of the thing. "It's like he doesn't know us at all."
Tradition
The sweet smell of jerk chicken filled his flared nostrils. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he said, fanning it towards himself and savoring it.
"My dad had the audacity to ask me if we ever get tired of eating here," Shawn said, and Gus was touched to see genuine disappointment marring his features.
Gus' face scrunched in revulsion at the sheer principle of the thing. "It's like he doesn't know us at all."
Shawn put his fist over his chest. "That's what I said." He exhaled. "Let us eat this meal in commemoration to the special bond that has developed between us and this manna among men."
Gus felt the sympathetic tears coming on, so he nodded quickly and picked up his fork, stabbing the first piece. Shawn did the same and, slowly and with great ceremony, they reached across the table until their pieces met in the middle, like a fist-bump, but with more meat and sauce and maybe just a little unsanitary, but he'd overlook it just this once.
"To the sweet-spiciness," Shawn said. "May it never leave us."
"Amen," Gus said, and he didn't know if he was just imagining it, but that first piece did taste extra amazing, like it was infused with something special.
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