My Badboy Knight
he flashes me a coy smile, throwing a sliced strawberry into his mouth, “I would like to keep everything she said about you to myself.”
“That's unfair, considering how I just told you minutes ago how she praised your damn lasagna.”
“Alright Frosty, there's no need getting all snarly. I'll just tell you one thing,” he throws another strawberry into his mouth, “she said you make your comic art like your life depends on it.”
“She said that?”
“Yeah. And that you're crazy about fried chicken, Royal Dansk Cookies, and the king of all, strawberries,” he finishes, picking up another sliced strawberry and waving it in my face before pressing it suddenly into my lips.
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