He just happens to be sitting on the couch, glaring sideways at the kitchen door with his arms folded because he feels like it. Not because he has been effectively banned from his happy place. Even if Don did smile so convincingly and widen his eyes and promise it would be so worth it in the end. Marvelous trusts Don, but it is such a sacrifice to make! To leave the kitchen and not go back in! For hours! And hours! Maybe not at all the entire day!
He's pretty sure he can already smell food.
He tried putting the TV on but of course it was programmed to a cooking channel when it flickered to life, and watching it just made him hungry, and horny. But he's banned from the kitchen and therefore also from some very excellent ways to sate both of those desires. Don knows food preparation is seriously sexy, so to deny Marvelous the pleasure of watching him doing it means it must be really important to him.
Marvelous isn't sulking anyway.
It's silent in the room until he hears the crash, accompanied by a yell, that comes from the kitchen. Marvelous jumps to his feet immediately. As he rushes towards the door the thing that registers foremost in his mind is that if it had been a simple accident that sounded worse than it actually was Don would have already called to him through the door not to come in, and that he would deal with it. Not to mention that as Marvelous puts his hands on the door he hears Don's sudden cry of pain.
"I don't care what you said, I'm coming in," Marv says flatly, and walks in to find Don and one of the dining chairs collapsed on the floor. Marv can see the way Don's eyes are watering, his hands clasping his ankle.
What were you doing? Why did you take a risk like that? Marvelous clamps his mouth shut on any harsh words, and panics.
"What can I do?" He asks. "Can you get up? Is it broken?"
(He will feel pretty stupid later for sulking, that's for sure.)
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Date: 2012-07-08 06:25 pm (UTC)He just happens to be sitting on the couch, glaring sideways at the kitchen door with his arms folded because he feels like it. Not because he has been effectively banned from his happy place. Even if Don did smile so convincingly and widen his eyes and promise it would be so worth it in the end. Marvelous trusts Don, but it is such a sacrifice to make! To leave the kitchen and not go back in! For hours! And hours! Maybe not at all the entire day!
He's pretty sure he can already smell food.
He tried putting the TV on but of course it was programmed to a cooking channel when it flickered to life, and watching it just made him hungry, and horny. But he's banned from the kitchen and therefore also from some very excellent ways to sate both of those desires. Don knows food preparation is seriously sexy, so to deny Marvelous the pleasure of watching him doing it means it must be really important to him.
Marvelous isn't sulking anyway.
It's silent in the room until he hears the crash, accompanied by a yell, that comes from the kitchen. Marvelous jumps to his feet immediately. As he rushes towards the door the thing that registers foremost in his mind is that if it had been a simple accident that sounded worse than it actually was Don would have already called to him through the door not to come in, and that he would deal with it. Not to mention that as Marvelous puts his hands on the door he hears Don's sudden cry of pain.
"I don't care what you said, I'm coming in," Marv says flatly, and walks in to find Don and one of the dining chairs collapsed on the floor. Marv can see the way Don's eyes are watering, his hands clasping his ankle.
What were you doing? Why did you take a risk like that? Marvelous clamps his mouth shut on any harsh words, and panics.
"What can I do?" He asks. "Can you get up? Is it broken?"
(He will feel pretty stupid later for sulking, that's for sure.)