Freddie wants over to the side of the bed, picking up his discarded underwear from the night before and slipping them on, followed a moment later by a pair of shorts he'd kicked into his closet before he wanders out into the main room and toward the kitchen.
"I've got it," he says because he's always been a bit particular about his breakfast food and it his kitchen. He glances over a moment later, fighting a smirk as Noah picks up his dress and panties from the night before. Pausing, he pretends to think it over then heads for the cupboard to pull out the saucepan. "Bet you'd still fit in the underpants," he suggests. "Give it a try."
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Date: 2017-08-31 01:39 am (UTC)"I've got it," he says because he's always been a bit particular about his breakfast food and it his kitchen. He glances over a moment later, fighting a smirk as Noah picks up his dress and panties from the night before. Pausing, he pretends to think it over then heads for the cupboard to pull out the saucepan. "Bet you'd still fit in the underpants," he suggests. "Give it a try."