Thursday nights were spaghetti nights. And the only night where everyone ate all of their meal, without complaining. Well, for the most part, Al once screamed that his sauce was too red, but he ate it anyway because he wanted dessert.
The trick to yummy, authentic spaghetti was to have an authentic Italian teach you to make it. Particularly an Italian who’d actually instruct you until it was perfect and preferably not one that would hit you with a tomato every time it wasn’t.
When the boys had started on solid foods, noodles seemed to be the perfect beginner meal. Sadly Arthur learned early on that, rather a
GerIta-Hooking Up...Ore-Sama-2 by TenTenXKankurou, literature
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GerIta-Hooking Up...Ore-Sama-2
There he was. Sitting on the bench in the park, playing with a dog he was pretty sure belonged to West. First, make sure you're not wearing anything distracting. Gilbert crossed his arms over his bare chest and grinned. He was clothed only in his pants, which should have gotten rid of everything distracting he could be wearing. Second, ask him nicely. That was going to be harder. He had been practicing in his head the whole time he had been following (stalking) Feliciano. Would you like to go on a date with me, Feliciano? It sounded impossibly weird to him. He had never used phrases like "would you like" so it sounded perfectly weird to him,