( the smell is, quite literally, mouth-watering. caroline only pauses for a moment — just long enough to drop her things off and give him a quick handsqueeze in lieu of a hug — before beelining towards the wings. maybe she should have gone for the pizza first, but she's a sucker for anything spicy enough to be tasted above the dullness of a vampire's palate... and he didn't exactly stick a 'no girls allowed' flag in them, either.
she's the opposite of dainty, and so the sauce smears across her mouth as she takes a shameless first bite; it leaves a red print over her face that's sure to look absolutely ridiculous when she peers back up at him. )
Oh my god, this is so good? Like, how is this so good?
( apparently it's good enough to not require a reply, because she goes right back to devouring the damn thing like she hasn't eaten in days. she has, though. don't worry, derek, your neck is safe. )
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she's the opposite of dainty, and so the sauce smears across her mouth as she takes a shameless first bite; it leaves a red print over her face that's sure to look absolutely ridiculous when she peers back up at him. )
Oh my god, this is so good? Like, how is this so good?
( apparently it's good enough to not require a reply, because she goes right back to devouring the damn thing like she hasn't eaten in days. she has, though. don't worry, derek, your neck is safe. )