[Strangely, Leon is sort of expecting a kiss to the back of his neck, maybe for Zack to wrap his arms loosely around him and rest his chin on his shoulder. Something. So, it feels strange when he keeps his distance. Strange but completely understandable.]
Hopefully, it tastes good. I don't do waffles much.
[He turns, two plates loaded up. His gaze briefly grazes down Zack's chest where the shirt clings to him like a second skin. He just hopes his quick glance hadn't been too obvious.] You got syrup? Butter?
[In the meantime, he walks over to the table and sets the plates down, sinking down onto one of the chairs.]
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Date: 2023-12-18 01:10 am (UTC)Hopefully, it tastes good. I don't do waffles much.
[He turns, two plates loaded up. His gaze briefly grazes down Zack's chest where the shirt clings to him like a second skin. He just hopes his quick glance hadn't been too obvious.] You got syrup? Butter?
[In the meantime, he walks over to the table and sets the plates down, sinking down onto one of the chairs.]