[...Hrnghhh. He knew he was going to pay for that unintentional fingering he'd done earlier with the chocolate. Billy tries not to squirm in his seat, watching for a long moment before abruptly grabbing the gift bag and shoving it into the space between them on the table, gaze averted. Goddammit. He won't be able to stand for like ten minutes in these jeans.]
Here, whenever you're finished cleaning up. Happy birthday, you big troll.
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Here, whenever you're finished cleaning up. Happy birthday, you big troll.