"Oh my God Dan!" I shriek in an irritated voice, "Stop moaning!"
"It's just so good." Dan groans in an orgasmic manner.
"I didn't even know you liked soup so much. I have half a mind to take it away from you."
I am annoyed. It is fine when Dan exaggerates his pleasure for the viewers satisfaction, but normal people just don't react to soup this way. It is a fine testament to my cooking skills, but it is really affecting me in an uncomfortable way.
"If I knew you could cook this well, I wouldn't order pizza so often." Dan moans a few more times before I excuse myself to 'take care of some business.'
Why does he have to be so damn cute. I smash my head against my desk. Life sucks.
I go back into the lounge room around an hour later, feeling calmer, only to find a snacking Howell laying on the couch. I sit beside him.
"Buffy?" He nods and I switch on the TV, displaying a rerun of 'Passion.'
"Oh, this episode makes me want to cry." He confesses.
I smile deviously at him. I can almost see the regret on his face.
"Don't cry," His lips silently form the words 'oh no', "craft." I finish. He frowns.
"You had to, didn't you?"
"Yep!" He mentally slaps me.
That's when he opens up the Maltesers. I mentally slap him.
"Want one?"
"No thanks," I prepare myself for what is to come. He grabs a Malteser out of the packet. He lifts his hand towards his mouth.
A loud banging interrupts him and he lowers his hand. He gets up and walks towards the door, hesitating before twisting the knob.
The door swings open to a bedraggled PJ.
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Food Satisfaction-An Extremely Weird Phanfiction
FanfictionAn annoyed Phil has trouble dealing with Dan's open pleasure of edible treats. Things progress. WARNING! Contains strange content. (If there are any similarities to other written works, it is completely coincidental. All pictures are from google ima...