Are these… edible?

OUGHHHHH I love Red Cap!Soap so much

At the end of training he gives a little speech about how many people passed his course, and then says:

“Made you greenies a lil’ treat before you get your big-boy guns.”

And there is a foldable table set up with homemade baked goods, from cheesecake to rice crispies, cookies and croissants.

A pastel pink, Smart ForTwo.

All geared up in black tactical gear and a hard plated Skull-shaped mask. Clutching a Starbucks pink drink in one hand and fox shaped cake pop in the other.

Everyone is too scared to say anything, of course.

SCREAMING I hoped to see you on here!!! (Sadly I was on Twitter first)

MY TOYOTA CAMRY?!?! NOOOOO

Live, laugh, love?

Nah,

🥰Smother, Squirt, Ghussy.🥰

Blue sky is like if you took the good parts of social media, a smart, active team, and kindness and put into a lovely app.

So basically, I love this place.

Now personally? I’d rather kill myself than admit that I’m feeling upset to her, because she is such a narcissistic, piece of shit person who treats me as a babysitter for her other kid. 3 years old. I’m 23. Parents are divorced (my dad is sane, it’s not his)

Johnny’s eyes softened, and he practically wound around Ghost lovingly. A dreamy lily in his voice as he sighed. “Really…?”

Ghost’s voice softened as well, kissing the spot he bit earlier. “Course, do anything for you….”

They left, leaving confused and bewildered patrons in their wake.

The two men have a silent stare down, still leaning against each other. Ghost makes a frustrated, choked noise, whipping back to the woman.

“Cancel the order, thanks.”

Johnny surges up. “What? But-“

“I will make you as many smoothies as you want at home. Let’s GO.”

“Hey! I’m not the one ordering boba without the boba!”

“I’m ordering a tea. I don’t want the boba.” Ghost hissed.

“It’s called Boba Milk Tea!” Johnny retorts angrily.

The woman behind the counter looks nervous, and tries to get a word in. “I can add the-“

“Pick something else!”

“No!”

Ghost rolls his eyes, but the woman at the counter awkwardly smiles.

“It doesn’t normally come with whipped cream-“

Ghost snaps at Johnny. “Told you. They don’t put whipped cream on fruit shakes. And a fruit shake is a smoothie, Soap.”

Johnny lifts his head, glaring back at Ghost.

He turns and looks down at Johnny, who fell asleep leaning against him. It’s the perfect moment to give him a little kiss.

But Ghost leans down and bites his cheek. “Oi. Whatcha want?”

Johnny snorts loudly, waking up with a start. “Och, bastard…. Uhhhh. Gimme a fruit shake. Extra whipped cream.”