(KAI) I've been active on DA for a long time, but was never part of any clubs. Then, I joined Gravy and Biscuts (sic), an EdEdd group.
And that is my excuse for why I wrote a few EdEdd shots instead of finishing WIM and Des.

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Spaghetti

He ate slowly, mindful of the drip of sauce as it ran from his fork and back onto the white plate. Ed watched the display carefully, as though he would be quizzed later on. For a moment, Double-D allowed him to, but swiftly found that the attention was bringing an un-necessary heat to his face and hands.

Gingerly, he let the fork rest against the plate's side, where it made only a small sound before laying still. "Ed? Is there anything I can get you?"

A good host ought to ask. But Ed said No, and the staring went on.

He coughed, and went to pick up the fork, but then hesitated. "Are you sure? You seem... intent about something."

"I am," Ed said quietly, as if he truly understood what Double-D meant. "Don't worry."

Double-D, inexplicably, flushed. He knew it was happening, because his head instantly dropped to avoid Ed's gaze, and his face felt far, far too hot. He looked at the hands in his lap, and they were a brilliant red color. Almost as red as the spaghetti sauce.

Briefly, the boy battled with his own blood circulation, desperately trying to convince himself that the excess held no purpose and please calm down, you're being ridiculous.

Truly.

Ed grinned across the table. He picked up his fork and ate quickly, savoring the taste in his own fashion. Double-D's cooking was, as usual, superb.