Jan 9, 2021
Zelloyd + tomatoes for the 100 words (>*.*)>
Lloyd poked and prodded at the remnants of his dinner. It was delicious, of course. Zelos served them baked salmon with a balsamic glaze that was absolutely divine. He ate almost everything on his plate- everything but the small pile of mushy tomatoes.
“Listen, hun. You’re a grown-ass man. Stop playing with your food and eat the goddamn tomato.”
‘Tomatoes,’ Lloyd amended mentally. Though he wasn’t keen on risking Zelos’ ire by admitting as much out loud, he did let loose his most powerful pout of displeasure. In hindsight, it didn’t help
“A toddler,” Zelos sighed. “I married a toddler.”