One Guy Two Spoons Novels & Stories

“Stand up!” The four members of my party stood up sheepishly. I waved at them. They nervously waved back like contestants in a ‘who can act the most awkward’ competition. It was a four-way dead heat. The frogman looked confused. “What exactly are you people?” It was a good question. “Do we have a deal?” He nodded. “Wait!” said the female. She held up two fingers. “Two pots. And a big spoon.” I smiled — a fellow spoon lover. “Okay.” All that time thinking violence was the answer when the only weapon I needed was good old capitalism.

I broke the silence which made both brothers look at me in confusion. "What do you mean?" They asked at the same time which made me clear my throat, "well you see I would love to spend the date just with the people who asked me out, somewhere quiet where it's just you and me well now you two and me." I said gestured to both as I finished my food and cleaned my mouth.

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.

i said Damons pov i know i was the last person draven expected to show up and ruin his dinner, but it was fun to me. i have been feeding from Clara and but of course i make her forget that anything like that ever happened,she goes out with scaf covering her neck of the bite to prevent anyone from seeing it.

I indicated the spoons I had on the counter, but not pointing out which one. I had two there, one that was bamboo, the other metal. The bamboo one was purely decorative, having carvings of trees and plants on it. When I saw Gaston come in, I picked it out just for him; hoping his love of pretty things would circumvent practicality. I was right in that aspect when he went to pick up the spoon.