two pizzas if you get breadsticks, i'll pay you back see you soon :)
( in all fairness, she'd pay him back for the pizza too if he asked her to. but they do well enough sharing back and forth, treating each other in a casual give-and-take each time they hang out. it's not a big deal — and besides, she's more than making up for it by bringing the literal armfuls of snacks along with her.
at seven on the dot, she knocks. she'd just go in if she thought the door was open, but that's a little rude, so knocking it is. on the plus side: it gives her opportunity to attempt to adjust herself a little. got to look presentable, after all. )
[ Two pizzas turns into four, because Derek has met himself and Caroline's only a little less insatiable when there's pizza in the room. He also orders breadsticks and, because it seems wrong not to, a dozen hot wings. And soda.
...and one of their chocolate cakes. Not two slices. The whole thing.
What? Don't judge him for having foresight.
Caroline doesn't disappoint — she never does — and at exactly seven o'clock, he hears her knock on the door. Derek crosses the room and pulls the door open to let her in. The food precedes her and she can probably smell it even before he opens the door, but once he does, he's sure it'll hit her like a wall. ]
Dinner awaits, you have impeccable timing. It just got here about ten minutes ago.
( 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. )
[ If they weren't so close by now, he might actually have been taken aback by how much food Caroline can put away as fast as she can and he isn't surprised, given that, that she makes a beeline for the food. He can't help the laugh that escapes him when she turns around with sauce all over her face as he shuts the door behind her and moves further into his own place. ]
It must be.
[ He joins her then, helping himself to a plate and piling a few slices of pizza, some breadsticks, and a few wings. He's more than happy to join her in the reckless abandonment of inhibition to stuff his face. He's hungry, too, but he's always hungry.
When he speaks again, his mouth is full and that's probably bad but it's just Caroline. She won't care. ]
...yeah this is really fucking good, you're right.
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if you get breadsticks, i'll pay you back
see you soon :)
( in all fairness, she'd pay him back for the pizza too if he asked her to. but they do well enough sharing back and forth, treating each other in a casual give-and-take each time they hang out. it's not a big deal — and besides, she's more than making up for it by bringing the literal armfuls of snacks along with her.
at seven on the dot, she knocks. she'd just go in if she thought the door was open, but that's a little rude, so knocking it is. on the plus side: it gives her opportunity to attempt to adjust herself a little. got to look presentable, after all. )
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[ Two pizzas turns into four, because Derek has met himself and Caroline's only a little less insatiable when there's pizza in the room. He also orders breadsticks and, because it seems wrong not to, a dozen hot wings. And soda.
...and one of their chocolate cakes. Not two slices. The whole thing.
What? Don't judge him for having foresight.
Caroline doesn't disappoint — she never does — and at exactly seven o'clock, he hears her knock on the door. Derek crosses the room and pulls the door open to let her in. The food precedes her and she can probably smell it even before he opens the door, but once he does, he's sure it'll hit her like a wall. ]
Dinner awaits, you have impeccable timing. It just got here about ten minutes ago.
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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. )
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It must be.
[ He joins her then, helping himself to a plate and piling a few slices of pizza, some breadsticks, and a few wings. He's more than happy to join her in the reckless abandonment of inhibition to stuff his face. He's hungry, too, but he's always hungry.
When he speaks again, his mouth is full and that's probably bad but it's just Caroline. She won't care. ]
...yeah this is really fucking good, you're right.