Any linger tension leaves Ken at the feeling of fingers in his hair (which only Allan is allowed to mess up). He lets out a pleased sigh before sipping back half of his drink and getting only a slight brain freeze.
“Yeah. It’s just … Home, you know?” All the other models are always so excited to travel, but Ken would love nothing more than to just work out of Southern California. “All of our stuff is there.”
"Yeah I wanna eat lunch and nap," Allan says automatically, because it's what Ken wants to do and Allan can honestly think of nothing better than curling himself onto Ken's incredibly sculpted and warm chest on a day with a dreary, cloudy sky.
He leans forward, pants Ken's knee, and gets up. Drinks are nice but food is nicer--he's not going to complain if Ken follows him into the fridge, either. They have to have something. Allan's not the world's best cook and the majority of restaurants they hit are astounding in number, but it's always a neverending whirlwind of fun with Ken and it's easy to forget to do things like learn how to make more than a grilled cheese.
Speaking of... He's already pulling the little plastic slices out of the little bag.
Ken gets up and follows, like a lost puppy trailing after a human its attached itself to. He doesn't really care what lunch is. Allan could slap a piece of ham between two slices of bread and that could be lunch. It drives Ken's personal trainers crazy that he's always eating out or ordering in, but he's also apparently genetically blessed to be able to stay ripped with his morning workouts and less than stellar diet. The compromise is that his morning pre-workout snack and his breakfast are nutritionally dense for maximum performance and recovery (they get those premade and delivered with a food prep company). Everything else? Totally fair game as long as he gets some good protein and veggies at dinner.
He leans against the counter in a way that looks like he's advertising pajama pants in the pages of Vanity Fair.
"Well ... I need something nice for dinner." Because it's date night and nice restaurants usually want you to look nice and Ken wants to look nice for Allan. "But I also wanna be able to rollerskate." The dilemma. He hums as he thinks through what he brought.
"Oh! The nice black jeans and maybe that pink polo shirt with the white collar?" And the impossibly deep v-neck. "I can throw a jacket over it for dinner."
He'll still probably change outfits at least five times before circling back to his original plan.
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Any linger tension leaves Ken at the feeling of fingers in his hair (which only Allan is allowed to mess up). He lets out a pleased sigh before sipping back half of his drink and getting only a slight brain freeze.
“Yeah. It’s just … Home, you know?” All the other models are always so excited to travel, but Ken would love nothing more than to just work out of Southern California. “All of our stuff is there.”
Why does New York have to be so grey?
He glances up at Allan.
“Wanna eat lunch and nap?”
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He leans forward, pants Ken's knee, and gets up. Drinks are nice but food is nicer--he's not going to complain if Ken follows him into the fridge, either. They have to have something. Allan's not the world's best cook and the majority of restaurants they hit are astounding in number, but it's always a neverending whirlwind of fun with Ken and it's easy to forget to do things like learn how to make more than a grilled cheese.
Speaking of... He's already pulling the little plastic slices out of the little bag.
"You know what you're gonna wear?"
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He leans against the counter in a way that looks like he's advertising pajama pants in the pages of Vanity Fair.
"Well ... I need something nice for dinner." Because it's date night and nice restaurants usually want you to look nice and Ken wants to look nice for Allan. "But I also wanna be able to rollerskate." The dilemma. He hums as he thinks through what he brought.
"Oh! The nice black jeans and maybe that pink polo shirt with the white collar?" And the impossibly deep v-neck. "I can throw a jacket over it for dinner."
He'll still probably change outfits at least five times before circling back to his original plan.