[ He tilts his head on his shoulder as Hiccup swans off to find the plates, a little dreamy and a little lusty again. Jack hums and uses his fingertips to drop the toast on the plates, the tomato steaming and butter burned gold. It does smell good, and they have a couple of slices each to fill up on.
The sight of himself in the bedsheet probably isn't too arresting, at least not as much as Hiccup in a towel. ]
I'm relieved you're starving, in that case. [ Rooting out two glasses, he pours them some juice and leans forward on the counter to start munching his breakfast. ] Do you wanna do me later?
[ MUNCHMUNCHMUNCH, super casually dropping that in there. Don't choke, Hic. ]
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The sight of himself in the bedsheet probably isn't too arresting, at least not as much as Hiccup in a towel. ]
I'm relieved you're starving, in that case. [ Rooting out two glasses, he pours them some juice and leans forward on the counter to start munching his breakfast. ] Do you wanna do me later?
[ MUNCHMUNCHMUNCH, super casually dropping that in there. Don't choke, Hic. ]