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You hum in the kitchen while preparing a simple dinner for you and Johnny. He was out filming another Ninja Mime movie. You tried to go see his acting in action, but had other work to attend to. You take out the cutlery and set the dishes down, pouring some alcoholic drink into the glasses. You put your hands on your hips, proud of your work. Like light work, you could hear some shuffling from the door.
"I'm home!" Johnny yells out. He comes in with his usual attire, but without his signature sunglasses on. You walk over to the front door to greet him. He spreads his arms out, gesturing for a hug. You smile and lean into him.
"Welcome back." He gives you a quick peck on the forehead. You hear him sniff the air and start to let go of him.
"I smell something good. You make something?" He starts to walk over to the dining table and looks at your cooking. You pull out his chair and he sits obediently. "I'm digging in, this looks amazing." You smile at his words and go to sit across from him. He scarfs down his food, not caring about the usual dining etiquette he proudly partakes in for the public. You just watch in amusement. He continues to eat and is already half way through his food. But he suddenly stops in his tracks and puts his cutlery down. He sighs and takes a big sip of his beverage. "I forgot to take a picture of your food!" He says, practically yelling. He sighs, feeling defeated but ultimately tries to shrug it off.
"I'm just happy you're home, Johnny." You say, trying to cheer him up. He just smiles, beaming at your comment. You start to take a bite out of your food but hear a loud shutter sound. You look up to see Johnny holding up his phone, taking a photo of you.
"At least I can take a cute photo of you eating." He chuckles and puts his phone down. You feel embarrassed about him catching you off guard but play it off. He continues to eat and brings up his day and how filming went. You just stare at him babbling and eating simultaneously. You could just listen to him and watch him for hours. His eyebrows brows move with every emotion, his smile lines forming when he talked, him moving his hands around while he explained. You loved to admire it all. His food slowly disappears while yours stays the same while you stare. You watch him stop and look at you, and then down to your plate. He points.
"Are you gonna eat that, honey? 'Cause I'll gladly eat whatever you cook." You chuckle and slide your plate. "And I'm not just talking 'bout 'this' dish." He picks up his fork and looks at you. You sigh playfully and stand up. You ruffle his hair and collect his empty dish.
"Maybe, if you finish that." He quickly picks up his chewing pace.