“Wait, why only one plate?” Luke frowns.
“Who said you were allowed to stand up?” Hardy demands.
“But—”
“Who said you were allowed to stand up?” Hardy repeats, voice growing harder.
“Um.” Luke gulps, eyes huge. “No one.”
“So, kneel by the table where you were one minute ago.”
“But I want to eat too!”
“Shush. No talking.” Hardy sits on a chair. “Now kneel beside me.”
Luke’s jaw tightens as he purses his lips, but he obeys, miraculously staying silent as he awkwardly kneels again. Hardy cuts their meal into irregular pieces, small enough for them to be easily chewed. He eats the bacon first, crispy and curly. It tastes perfect, and he hums as he takes another bite. Hardy has to stop himself from laughing at the comical way Luke eyes his food with plain desire and fiery envy.
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