commission fulfilled : and now, none of you
“You know...” Bison begins after swallowing his sip of hot cocoa, “You don't have to eat them to please me.”
The drink goes down smoothly, but it leaves behind an aftertaste of memories that Bison would much rather keep buried. Beside him, Sand hums, swallowing the bite of his sandwich before looking over at him. His lips quirk up in a smile and he reaches over to ruffle Bison's hair but has to make do with softly patting his beanie. “You tried your best,” he says, “And they are not that bad.”
Bison huffs, side eyeing him. Sand's eyes turn soft, and he chucks the last bite into his mouth, making a show of chewing it. He knows all the stories Bison told him — warned him with a gun to his jaw, much rather — and somehow, he still fell for him.
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