[ this is a little gay. mickey isn't much more up to speed than d33 is but he's together enough to notice the hand holding going on. not together enough to be bothered by it, just more amused. ]
Told you it was different.
[ making his way to the kitchen, it takes a moment or so of staring at cabinets before mickey remembers what he's doing and where he put the chips and how cheese bags even work. it's a small miracle he can operate a microwave, and he definitely stands still idly watching the plate inside turn while it cooks, almost startled when the beeping goes off.
it's a big enough plate for the two of them to share, and he grabs out some salsa and sour cream and for some reason that he can't remember, oven mits, setting out the plate on the kitchen table as he flops down in one of the chairs. ]
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Told you it was different.
[ making his way to the kitchen, it takes a moment or so of staring at cabinets before mickey remembers what he's doing and where he put the chips and how cheese bags even work. it's a small miracle he can operate a microwave, and he definitely stands still idly watching the plate inside turn while it cooks, almost startled when the beeping goes off.
it's a big enough plate for the two of them to share, and he grabs out some salsa and sour cream and for some reason that he can't remember, oven mits, setting out the plate on the kitchen table as he flops down in one of the chairs. ]
Food of the gods. Or some shit. Eat.