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[handelaar]

[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[bellabelgium]

[ To which she just smiles at him continues eating. She honestly loves seeing people enjoying her food... even if he is just scarfing it down instead of really savoring it. Then again, maybe that's for the best. ]

ffff I can't whitetext with this layout NO

[handelaar]

[He looks back.... and oh, this is one of those moments where he's hit with a really dumb, really really dumb, really cringeworthy idea.]

[And hey, in his head it's kinda cute and romantic.]

[In execution, it's him frowning down at his food, selecting the best piece he can find, stabbing it with his fork, and kind of wimping out to tentatively hold it up to her mouth, like maybe she'll laugh at him for thinking of it.]

Fine the color code for it!

[bellabelgium]

[ She's blowing on her own bite before she notices what he's doing, blinking up at him for a moment. It's only halfheartedly being held out so she isn't sure if he's trying to show her something or if he's really offering it to her.

She looks at him curiously for a moment before reaching for his hand, curling her fingers around his wrist and coaxing the fork to her mouth, wrapping her lips around it to take the bite. ]

Well they're different for the site and the journal!

[handelaar]

[A few more seconds and he would've awkwardly coughed and covered it up with a cigarette, or something - but when she takes it he lets it go easily, eyes barely brightening as he watches before he sends his gaze straight to the ground between them, suddenly shy.]

Well then... LOOK WHO HAS TO EXPRESS DEM FEELIN'S NOW! >3

[bellabelgium]

[ She smiles at him as she pulls the fork from his mouth, starting to chew before she catches him looking down at the grass instead. Maybe that wasn't meant for her. Oops. ]

I'm sorry. Was I not supposed to do that?

NOOOOO

[handelaar]

[FLUSTERED.]

No! It's - [Uh. Flustered and flighty, both. High times are hard times.]

Unless y'didn't want to... I just thought, uh. It'd be... [fffffffffffff] Y'liked dancing, [he says, finally, like that explains everything.]

MWAHAHA!!

[bellabelgium]

I do like dancing.

[ But what does that have to do with food? ]

[handelaar]

.........yeah.

[Poking. At. The food.

And then he steels himself out of nowhere and tries for round two, because doing things is easier than saying things even when he's high and only has half a mental filter.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She looks at him again, this time opening her mouth for him to do it himself. ]

[handelaar]

[Oh.

Well that's... he takes a second to blink at her, almost surprised, before he snorts and goes ahead with it.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She smiles at him with her mouth wide open, letting him feed her the bite before she's getting a big bite on her fork and offering it to him as well. ]

[handelaar]

[If that doesn't send some heat high on his cheeks. While the sentiment is sweet, his hands find their way to cup around her and nudge it back toward her.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She blinks when he's pushing the fork back her way and the only way to describe the look in her eyes is dejection. ]

What's wrong? You're doing it so why can't I?

[handelaar]

You made it...

[AKA Broer is still a weirdo.]

[bellabelgium]

Yeah. For both of us.

[ He'll always be a weirdo. ]

[handelaar]

I didn't help.

[Which totally explains everything.]

[bellabelgium]

[ And she just shrugs, trying to offer the bite again with her best pleading look. ]

You can make me breakfast in the morning.

[handelaar]

[The look alone gets her halfway there, and the offer more than seals the deal, an "oh" of agreement flashing across his face like someone flicked on a light switch. That sounds good.

So he leans forward to take the bite, obsessively careful not to let it fall to the ground - or worse, her dress.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She's still donning her apron so the dress isn't a concern. She looks MUCH happier though after he finally concedes and takes a bite from her fork, smiling at him sweetly. ]

[handelaar]

[But what if the apron doesn't work, it's too thin or isn't covering everything or brushes to the side - clearly Belgium doesn't know how to fret properly.

Well, he doesn't smile back, but he does look a little dopey starstruck.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She pulls her fork away with a grin before blowing another bite for herself. ]

I thought you were gonna talk to me about the stars.

[handelaar]

[A blink and he goes back to wolfing down his own meal, gives his head a shake. Nope.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Pfft, well fine then. She'll just go back to her food too. ]

[handelaar]

[Hey, he never said he was going to...

But mostly he is really, really distracted by how amazing eating this meal is. And then suddenly it's gone, so without further ado he reaches to snatch up the grazzy bowl.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She's halfway through her's before she sees him reach for the grassy bowl. ]

Ah, that's all the food that fell on the ground.