Fic - Galolio - Grocery Shopping
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lady_mabI apologize for any typos I wrote this at 10pm while in bed i'll fix them in POST. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOANIE there will be more of this soon.
Lio stands in front of the wide array of paper products and contemplates deeply. “Galo?” he calls without looking, knowing that his boyfriend is still in the same aisle by the occasional flash of blue or orange from the corner of his eye. “Do you think we still need to buy napkins if we also have those paper towels? That’s the point of those paper towels, right? Being able to pick what size you need?”
When no response comes, he turns and finds Galo standing there waving a can of dog food in Lio’s direction.
His brow twitches, uncertain if it’s in amusement or a frown. “We don’t have a dog.”
Galo’s eyebrows join in on the dance that the can makes, and Lio can’t help the laugh.
“I told you,” Lio says as Galo moves to join him by the shopping cart — dog food still in hand. Lio plucks the can free as Galo’s arm wraps around his waist. “We got to get settled in first. Then we’ll talk about getting a dog.” He stands up on the lower rung of the cart to lift himself closer to Galo’s height. “I already have one puppy I have to look after.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“About which part.”
Lio pretends to consider this before a yelp is startled out of him as Galo starts to push the cart down the aisle. “You are definitely a puppy.”
Galo doesn’t quite look crestfallen, but it’s a near thing. “Well that seems unfair that you get a dog and I don’t.”
“No but that does mean I get your undivided attention when you want to cuddle,” Lio says innocently, hopping off the cart and ducking beneath Galo’s arm. “What’s left on the list?”
It’s a pointless question, more of a statement really, because he’s holding onto the list. But as he pulls up the doc on his phone, Galo comes up behind him and perches his chin on Lio’s head to read it as well.
“Dinner,” Galo says, his stomach punctuating the comment with a low grumble.
“We’re making dinner at home.” They were barely finished putting everything away, but the kitchen was the first place Lio ensured was put together. If only so they could stop eating out all the time.
“Alright. I want pizza.”
“You always want pizza.”
“Yeah, but you said you’d teach me how to make it.”
Caught between the promise and the desire to make their first meal together in their new apartment, Lio heaves a sigh and asks, “How much are you willing to make?”
Galo’s eyes are serious as he says, “I want every piece possible made from scratch.”
His eye roll is decidedly fond, and Galo, recognizing a victory when he sees it, places a delighted kiss on Lio’s cheek. “Fine, I will teach you how to make pizza.” Lio pulls up the recipes he wants on his phone. “Go pick up what you want on your pizza and I’ll get some things to make the sauce.”
Galo gives him another kiss, this time on the other cheek, before deciding that it’s not enough and places a swift kiss to Lio’s lips as well. “Meet you in the produce section in five minutes.”
“Is that a challenge I hear, Galo Thymos?”
The two of them stand off at the end of the aisle, warring with arched eyebrows before Galo grins. “Winner picks dessert.”
Lio slips his phone into his jeans pocket. “You’re on.”
He turns, ready to head off to find the tomato sauce, and doesn’t make it more than two steps before Galo decides to pat him on the butt.
He bites back another yelp and whirls, cheeks going read, only to find Galo’s retreating form as he all but runs off to collect whatever ingredients he has in mind, taking the cart with him.
Lio huffs, but shakes his head. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” he says to no one in particular, and goes off in search of his own items.
Lio stands in front of the wide array of paper products and contemplates deeply. “Galo?” he calls without looking, knowing that his boyfriend is still in the same aisle by the occasional flash of blue or orange from the corner of his eye. “Do you think we still need to buy napkins if we also have those paper towels? That’s the point of those paper towels, right? Being able to pick what size you need?”
When no response comes, he turns and finds Galo standing there waving a can of dog food in Lio’s direction.
His brow twitches, uncertain if it’s in amusement or a frown. “We don’t have a dog.”
Galo’s eyebrows join in on the dance that the can makes, and Lio can’t help the laugh.
“I told you,” Lio says as Galo moves to join him by the shopping cart — dog food still in hand. Lio plucks the can free as Galo’s arm wraps around his waist. “We got to get settled in first. Then we’ll talk about getting a dog.” He stands up on the lower rung of the cart to lift himself closer to Galo’s height. “I already have one puppy I have to look after.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“About which part.”
Lio pretends to consider this before a yelp is startled out of him as Galo starts to push the cart down the aisle. “You are definitely a puppy.”
Galo doesn’t quite look crestfallen, but it’s a near thing. “Well that seems unfair that you get a dog and I don’t.”
“No but that does mean I get your undivided attention when you want to cuddle,” Lio says innocently, hopping off the cart and ducking beneath Galo’s arm. “What’s left on the list?”
It’s a pointless question, more of a statement really, because he’s holding onto the list. But as he pulls up the doc on his phone, Galo comes up behind him and perches his chin on Lio’s head to read it as well.
“Dinner,” Galo says, his stomach punctuating the comment with a low grumble.
“We’re making dinner at home.” They were barely finished putting everything away, but the kitchen was the first place Lio ensured was put together. If only so they could stop eating out all the time.
“Alright. I want pizza.”
“You always want pizza.”
“Yeah, but you said you’d teach me how to make it.”
Caught between the promise and the desire to make their first meal together in their new apartment, Lio heaves a sigh and asks, “How much are you willing to make?”
Galo’s eyes are serious as he says, “I want every piece possible made from scratch.”
His eye roll is decidedly fond, and Galo, recognizing a victory when he sees it, places a delighted kiss on Lio’s cheek. “Fine, I will teach you how to make pizza.” Lio pulls up the recipes he wants on his phone. “Go pick up what you want on your pizza and I’ll get some things to make the sauce.”
Galo gives him another kiss, this time on the other cheek, before deciding that it’s not enough and places a swift kiss to Lio’s lips as well. “Meet you in the produce section in five minutes.”
“Is that a challenge I hear, Galo Thymos?”
The two of them stand off at the end of the aisle, warring with arched eyebrows before Galo grins. “Winner picks dessert.”
Lio slips his phone into his jeans pocket. “You’re on.”
He turns, ready to head off to find the tomato sauce, and doesn’t make it more than two steps before Galo decides to pat him on the butt.
He bites back another yelp and whirls, cheeks going read, only to find Galo’s retreating form as he all but runs off to collect whatever ingredients he has in mind, taking the cart with him.
Lio huffs, but shakes his head. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” he says to no one in particular, and goes off in search of his own items.
