( @eloisemp3 )
inviting for food was probably the fastest way to get nic out of his room. seconds after throwing a shirt on, he was doing the one thing he never did: starting his car towards eloise’s house. she didn’t live far away and his skate could probably do the trick of taking him there, but it was night and a lazy day. knocking on the door, he thanked the lord for not having dinner in his own house. his father’s adventurous meals were too much for him, sometimes he’d rather just this, a simple pasta meal, comfort food that he planned on stuffing his face with. the door was open not long after he knocked, nic was always happy to see her. “hello, i brought you a late house warming gift, it’s a glass measuring jar. so you don’t make a hundred pasta servings next time. i stole it from my dad’s kitchen, don’t tell him.” he rambled, pressing a kiss on her forehead as he walked inside.