[ Not terribly put out by being denied a bite of pancake, considering how many more of them there are, Chris laughs when Loki twists out of the way, his "You started it!" lost in the commotion as he reaches in to slip his fingers beneath the hem of that flour-dusted blue tunic so he can scrabble his fingers against Loki's sides in a chastising tickle.
The coffee machine beeps at him so he steps aside, the lure of caffeine too strong to ignore even when the opportunity to play-tussle with his lover is set before him.
After coffee.
Chris drinks his black, but if Loki wants to doctor his, he's welcome to, as evidenced by the fact that Chris brings a little jug of milk out with him when he carries two slightly less-than-pristine Starfleet Academy mugs over to the counter with him held together in one hand. ]
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The coffee machine beeps at him so he steps aside, the lure of caffeine too strong to ignore even when the opportunity to play-tussle with his lover is set before him.
After coffee.
Chris drinks his black, but if Loki wants to doctor his, he's welcome to, as evidenced by the fact that Chris brings a little jug of milk out with him when he carries two slightly less-than-pristine Starfleet Academy mugs over to the counter with him held together in one hand. ]