Demyx quietly approached Zack, his hands grasping at each other nervously. He stood in front of the other and gave a small gulp. “Hey…um…Zack? Do you, like…wanna go get…something to eat? I know a nice burger joint around here…ya know? Um…or we can get something to drink or…?” Demyx stuttered and stammered, his face a light pink out of embarrassment. He was totally fucking up!
“ hn? “
Slowly turning to look at the other, he opened his mouth to answer the question but instead, a low growl emanated from the general direction of Zack’s stomach. Time and time again he’d blame the escalated metabolism on being an enhanced supersoldier but really-- who was he kidding?
( The lie might have passed with me. -- if ma didn’t hit me so HARD with her wooden spoons. ‘ you’ll spoil your dinner Zackary! ‘ )
If anything, this was a definite yes to the burgers.
“ food sounds great! lead the way. “













