#fluff thread 1

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Despite his words, Nick had already made it quite near the kitchen, by the fact that he was now in the kitchen, rummaging through drawers while humming. “‘s here--it’s here somewhere, um...” He looked up at his lover, brow furrowed. “Rober’, where’s the, the, the--” He snapped his fingers a couple times. “The red one? Y’know? That one, I want that one.”