One arm wraps around her midsection (protectively) and a wing flares out to cover her shoulder, as he reaches for the cell phone in his pocket. There are numbers programmed in - the pizza place is one of them.
He presses his lips against her temple while the line rings in on the other end.
"I would like a delivery," he says. His eyes narrow in annoyance. "Yes, I will hold."
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Date: 2012-11-08 02:42 am (UTC)One arm wraps around her midsection (protectively) and a wing flares out to cover her shoulder, as he reaches for the cell phone in his pocket. There are numbers programmed in - the pizza place is one of them.
He presses his lips against her temple while the line rings in on the other end.
"I would like a delivery," he says. His eyes narrow in annoyance. "Yes, I will hold."
"They seem busy," he comments.