[ True to Richie's word, there's a knock on his door in twenty; either he's that desperate to pound Eddie into the mattress or he'd had less trouble finding the aisle that spirulina powder was in than Eddie had anticipated. When Eddie tugs the door open, he's still a little damp from the shower, dressed for bed in a t-shirt and shorts. ]
It's a superfood.
[ –he informs Richie, matter of factly, before tugging him down into a kiss, one hand fisted in his shirt, although he pulls back a little a few seconds into in so that he can tug him back through the door. ]
Really good for you. Let me put it in your coffee tomorrow–you can't even taste it, I swear–
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It's a superfood.
[ –he informs Richie, matter of factly, before tugging him down into a kiss, one hand fisted in his shirt, although he pulls back a little a few seconds into in so that he can tug him back through the door. ]
Really good for you. Let me put it in your coffee tomorrow–you can't even taste it, I swear–