1 Guy 2 Spoon Novels & Stories

I kept it back on the tray and said, "Then dig in." I said, then picked the spoon, because he made the noodles in a way that they had liquid on them, which means that you need a spoon for them. I used the spoon and tried to eat them, but as expected, he did not cut the noodles into small pieces. For a person using the spoon, you had to interchange between the fork and the spoon, and there was only one spoon and fork lying on the tray. He picked up the food and started eating. He must be really hungry because he did not notice that I was not eating for the first two minutes.

A short, clipped vocalization aimed at me with the unmistakable tone of a demand. Then she holds out the spoon. Not drops it. Not throws it. Holds it out. Arm extended, spoon wobbling in her grip, aimed in my direction. Her expression is dead serious. The face of a tiny negotiator presenting terms. I take it. Her fingers release. Mine close. The spoon is warm from her grip, lightweight, carved from pale wood with visible tool marks. Silas made this. I can tell from the slight unevenness of the handle, the practical shape, the absence of decoration. Form without performance.

I start walking towards it and Atlas, being the stubborn asswipe he is, doesn’t let go of the howling tall guy so I’m forced to drag him along. When I reach my precious little metal friend, I crouch down to grab it. First, I take a moment to examine the damage, then I wipe it off against my shirt until it’s clean and then, I turn to the guy again, holding the spoon up for him to see. “Bet you five dollars I can shove this inside your dick so hard it’ll get lodged in your balls and by the time the demonic doctors figure out how to get it out, the spoon will take the shape of a heart.” His eyes widen again but this time, he has no words to retaliate with. Sad damn days.

She's having too much fun with this. "And lucky him, I knew exactly where to find you!" Quinn beams, her thumb hitched over her shoulder. I glare at her. I want to titty punch her right now. I want someone to record it in one of those slow motion apps so I can rewatch it over and over too. They both stare at me expectantly, and my body temperature begins to warm. "Fine," I groan. "You have five minutes." Walking through the living room I nonchalantly toss a pillow over the tub of ice cream as I walk by. It isn't just any tub of strawberry ice cream. It's one of those giant plastic tubs that no woman should set on her lap and eat with a spoon without supervision.

First one to finish gets to escape! I was doing okay, but Lucas was struggling hilariously with his oatmeal and a fork. He could barely get any food on it - just pushing it around uselessly. It was like trying to eat soup with chopsticks - completely ridiculous. After what seemed like an eternity of hesitation, I heard Lucas quietly ask the server if there were any spoons. The cheerful server called back loudly, "There's a whole container of them right by that pretty lady's elbow - help yourself, handsome!"

I smiled; I stood up, carried the two cups of drinks, and took them to the kitchen. “Out,” I ordered the kitchen staff; without any complaints, they bowed their heads and left the kitchen. I dropped the two cups on the kitchen table, brought out two silver spoons from the rack, and placed them into the two cups. I waited for some time before I brought the spoons out; just like I suspected, one of the spoons turned black while the other remained sliver. “That woman tried to poison the Lycan,” Both spoons fell from my hand when I heard Travis’s voice behind me.

I held my breath and looked at the spoon that was so close to my nose. I gulped as I looked at the person pointing the spoon at me. I was a chubby man, with a handlerbar mustache and a chief cap on. He kinda remains me of the fake Italian chief from a K-drama movie i watched a couple of months ago.. What was it again? Ah, Yes, Vincenzo. Shaking my head at that thought, I watch the man being down the spoon and drop it on the counter. "What were you trying to do?" He asked, folding his hand and I cleared my throat to answer but he cut me off "That," He said pointing to the soup on the pot, "is for the Alphas"

Yet, there is a bitterness on his face that Jessie sees, but knows it isn't being directed at him for once. Jessie pulls out two pudding cups, still attached to each other. He frowns and places it atop his lap then digs into the bag again. His mouth twists up into a grim line, and he chances a glance up at Halo. Jessie Lio: Gael didn't bring spoons. He then glances at Halo, then pops one pudding cup off. Halo stares at him hesitantly as Jessie pushes the cup towards him with eager eyes. Halo Noel: Thank you, Jessie. Though, I might have an idea of how we can eat this.

Then the tea service floated across the room and into the dining room and settled onto the dining table. “I think they’re going to continue without us,” Raven joked. “Shall we?” I nodded, and we sat at the table. When we were settled, two teacups floated in the air and set themselves on the table in front of us. A spoon was poised over the sugar bowl, waiting in midair before me. “Two, please.” The spoon dipped, bowing, and spooned two teaspoons of sugar into my cup and stirred. Then the sugar bowl floated over to Raven, and her spoon poised itself in midair, waiting.

I didn’t get to finish my statement before he dug his spoon into the plate and shoved it into his mouth “What the fuck, you can have it” I pushed to plate to him in disgust “Thank you thank you,” he said shoving more spoons in his mouth while we stared in horror “Oh my fucking God, you guys need to try this” he took a spoonful each and shoved it into Caleb and Dylan’s mouths before they could protest In no time my plate was empty while I stared in horror. What the fuck was going on?