@demoninabottle
✡— Rummaging throughout the heavily stocked fridge of the mansion he was living in, John tugged out a tin of baked beans, plodding toward the cutlery whilst Tony was sitting in the living room. He’d just come down, sleeping most of the morning away.
“Sorry luv...” He said to a non existent figure. “Nah, you go first... Ah, cheers.” He said again, shuffling over to sit on one of the armchairs by Tony with his cold can of beans.






