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"I— um…" he scratched his beard along his cheek, honestly, he didn’t know if other people thought he was attractive. He just did his own thing, not really caring what people thought. "They do? ….. Huh." that was really all he had to say. It was surprising information, but he was way too prideful to freak out about it. "Cool."

Jeff nodded. “Yeah, they do.” He wanted to add something, but kept it to himself. After a few more minutes, the truck pulled up at the restaurant. It wasn’t too formal, which was good. The blond jumped out and held the door for Phil again, just a total force of habit. “Shall we?” he asked, grinning excitedly.

Phil took that in... and he sure was going to remember. He was actually lost in thought, he barely knew they had been at the restaurant. He was only slapped back into reality when the door was opened. He gave a grin back at Jeff, slipping out of the truck and he nodded. "Oh yeah. My stomach needs some food, man."

#jeffnero

"I’m a big kid. Kids need their naps." he grinned, as if he was almost proud of himself. "Hell yeah you do! And boy don’t I love you for it!" Punk laughed. He watched as John kissed away the supposed chocolate away from his mouth, and all he could do was smile.

"Yeah..you’re my special big brat that I love" John chuckled. "Yeah..it was calling me to do it. It was extra sweet" John smiled.

"Awww. And you're my Superman." the straight edge chuckled back. "Oh, no, don't mind me. I wasn't saying stop." he kept leaning on John, and whenever he wasn't, he was getting yet another ice cream sandwich.

#cenationarmyleader

"That’s called my nap time. I like to nap at least once a day. Or twice. Or thrice. Depends on what day it is." he quickly finished up his sandwich. "Damn. You always pick the best food, I swear."

"Nap time huh?" John laughed. "Well I do know my foods, Punky" John sees a bit of chocolate of the corner of Punk’s lips. John bends down and kissed that spot.

"I'm a big kid. Kids need their naps." he grinned, as if he was almost proud of himself. "Hell yeah you do! And boy don't I love you for it!" Punk laughed. He watched as John kissed away the supposed chocolate away from his mouth, and all he could do was smile.

#cenationarmyleader

Phil looked over at Jeff once he had gotten settled into the car. The straight edge was already buckled up, and he gave a slight chuckle. “Nah. Maybe I do get honked at more. I jog every morning with blasting metal for music.” he shook his head. “Attractive? Me? You really think that?” he asked. Though he was pretty sure he knew the answer if anyone were to tell him he was attractive.

Jeff cocked his head, looking honesty surprised. “/You/? Yeah, I mean…of course…doesn’t everyone?” He scratched his head. “Didn’t you know that, Phil? Like…a shit ton of people think that.”