Oh my fuck-- Jasper hisses a little, turned on and angry and maybe also a little grateful that he can at least think about the words he wants to use instead of just mumbling the first things that come to mind. Still, the look his shoots Bishop is withering, and his grip on the steering wheel doesn't get any lighter.
"...I hate you."
No he doesn't, and he can't even make that sound like it's a little bit true before the call to the food truck goes through and he is making an order for the two of them for picking up in about ten minutes.
He doesn't forget to ask for the extra sauce.
"That the kind of night we're having then? Extra sauce?"
Does it mean anything? Maybe not, but Jasper knows when he is being tested, and he can see that much on Bishop's face. It's-- infuriatingly attractive.
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Date: 2023-08-15 11:21 pm (UTC)"...I hate you."
No he doesn't, and he can't even make that sound like it's a little bit true before the call to the food truck goes through and he is making an order for the two of them for picking up in about ten minutes.
He doesn't forget to ask for the extra sauce.
"That the kind of night we're having then? Extra sauce?"
Does it mean anything? Maybe not, but Jasper knows when he is being tested, and he can see that much on Bishop's face. It's-- infuriatingly attractive.