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Post by Marshall "Moosh" Gregson on Jun 20, 2010 17:42:10 GMT -5
Marshall grimaced.
"You just wiped burrito goo into your hair."
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Post by Jason Mauro on Jun 20, 2010 17:50:05 GMT -5
Jason closed his eyes, willing himself not to turn red again. What was it about this kid that made him continue to embarrass himself?
"Um... let me go wash that out..." He said, cringing as he turned away to the sink.
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Post by Marshall "Moosh" Gregson on Jun 20, 2010 20:48:38 GMT -5
While Jason was turned around washing the gunk from his hair, Marshall quickly reformatted the boy's burrito. Jason turned back to him.
"You got it all."
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Post by Jason Mauro on Jun 20, 2010 20:56:42 GMT -5
"Okay, good." Jason said, shaking his brown hair, making sure it was dry, and making sure he got Moosh with a bit of the water too.
"Oops." He said, trying to hold back his smile. "My bad."
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Post by Marshall "Moosh" Gregson on Jun 20, 2010 20:58:19 GMT -5
"And see, the burrito held through all of that." Moosh congratulated, gesturing to the plate.
"So voila, you can burrito."
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Post by Jason Mauro on Jun 20, 2010 21:01:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, look at that." Jason said, half smiling.
"Since I'm obviously amazing at making a burrito now, can i help you with yours?" He asked, still surveying the burrito.
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Post by Marshall "Moosh" Gregson on Jun 20, 2010 21:02:39 GMT -5
Marshall considered making an innuendo comment, but figured he had been embaressing himself in front of Jason enough anyways...
"I got this." He teased, setting his up in...
3...2...1...
Done. Burrito made.
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Post by Jason Mauro on Jun 20, 2010 21:03:58 GMT -5
"Wow. You've got skills. I'm jealous." Jason admitted, stepping back with his hands up in surrender. "You're definitely the master of burritos."
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Post by Marshall "Moosh" Gregson on Jun 20, 2010 21:06:56 GMT -5
"Well I've practiced by myself to be ready."
Damnit.
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Post by Jason Mauro on Jun 20, 2010 21:08:14 GMT -5
Jason looked up, confused, but went along with it, because hey, he could just be insinuating. His mind did those things sometimes.
"So I guess you like cooking a lot then to practice at home. Or maybe it's the burritos."
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Post by Marshall "Moosh" Gregson on Jun 20, 2010 21:10:37 GMT -5
"I cook all the time at home." Marshall half-bragged... But then he realized how damned gay it sounded.
"Cause... Cause my mom doesn't cook."
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Post by Jason Mauro on Jun 20, 2010 21:14:47 GMT -5
"Hey, I dont judge. I'd cook more if i didn't mess everything up." He chuckled, but then the bell rang. Man, the period went by fast.
He got his stuff together, and waited for Moosh to get his own stuff together. As they started walking out of the room, He noticed Moosh struggle with his things and his crutch.
"Here, let me get your stuff for you. You've already got awful balance, and the crutch has got to make it worse."
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Post by Marshall "Moosh" Gregson on Jun 20, 2010 21:15:43 GMT -5
"Er. Yeah, thanks." Marshall thanked him, a little too enthusiastically perhaps. And off they went to their next classes.
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