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Sydney closes her eyes, chewing, contemplating, and a little hmm escapes from her lips before she swallows. “Okay. Jesus. That’s good. Like really good.”
“Yeah? You think?”
“Oh, yeah. I like how light the broth is. I also—I really like the color scheme you’ve got going on here. Reminds me of one of my bandanas. It’s all yellow and green.”
His throat clamps up. “Oh?”
“You’ve probably seen it. I wear it a lot.”
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22 Dec 2024
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She noticed it for the first time a few weeks ago while they were working through the new lunch menu together in her kitchen.
He’d leaned over and nudged into her space to taste the sauce on the stove, his hairy forearm brushing hers. For a second, she froze. Carmy stood there, too close but not in an unpleasant way, his breath on her shoulder, skin radiating a furnace-like heat. When he stepped back, she felt impossibly dizzy.
“Yo,” she called out, throwing a dirty dish towel at his head. “Back up. You’re all up in my zone.”
Biting back a grin, he muttered, “Sorry, chef,” and she noticed the way the tips of his ears burned red.
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17 Dec 2024
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Every body deserves a Massage by Futilecrux for MeelkieWee
Fandoms: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon
27 Nov 2024
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Marcille realizes some things and Laios gets a massage. Happy Birthday Laios! you deserve to be with your crush. A chance maybe everyone should have at least once.
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17 Dec 2024
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He says it every day, out loud, through looks, over text. There’s never the expectation of a reply in kind, and Sydney never has to tell him how much she loves hearing it. Now though, she just hugs him, for a long time like always, combs through his hair again and tells him he can sleep on her if he wants, so he does.
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time passes. sydney and carmen have shit to figure out. and moves to make.
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- Part 2 of as I ebb'd with the ocean of life
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15 Dec 2024
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Years later, Syd would read somewhere that grief was just love with nowhere to go – but for her dad, his grief and love was unknowingly going to Syd with every serving of pancakes or catfish or mac and cheese. Much of it was sad, but not entirely. It was, after all, still love. And that form of love sustained and nurtured Syd, helped her grow into her gift and into a person who was keenly attuned to the people who fed her.
On her sixth birthday, Sydney Adamu suddenly develops the ability to taste the emotions of a person through the food they cook.
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08 Dec 2024