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🍔 : our muses order fast food together. @mermanhart
“Whaddya want, big guy? I found twenty bucks in between my couch cushions this morning so I’m basically loaded,” Uriel laughed, pulling this crinkled up bill from the back pocket of his jeans and smoothing it the best he could on the McDonald’s countertop. He and Eli usually ate at the pool - he tried his best to cook for his newfound merfriend - but he’d managed to burn their lunch so fast food seemed like a good second choice. It wasn’t like he needed to eat anything anymore, blood was the only sustenance he actually craved, but he’d always liked sharing meals with those he cared for and it wasn’t as if it’d hurt him.
One of the perks of being a vampire - he didn’t have to worry about how poor greasy fries were for his health.