◜ . breadstick in a bow tie ┊ spaghetti . ◞

[JERSEYBOY]

JERSEY
BOY

Jerseyboy was fucking hungry. And no, not for "fresh-kill". Not for mice or rabbits, not for furry creatures bloodied and matted and reeking of flesh. No, he was in the mood for something more.

He was in the mood for overloading on carbs.

The tuxedo tom, with the power of a fire-heated stove and a small pot, had managed to boil pasta noodles as well as heat up marinara sauce. Although it had taken longer than his patience could normally handle ( which was not a lot anyways ), Jerseyboy had managed to make his own spaghetti. He hadn't had pasta since Jacob, and that was months ago. Oh, how he wondered about that kid sometimes... he wondered how he was doing with his new family and shit. The bitterness he initially held toward Pincher and Jacob's relationship was starting to subside, and now he just wanted to talk to the husky after three or so months.

Anywho, Jersey had plopped a spoonful of sauce onto his bowl of noodles. He whistled through his teeth and set it onto the floor before him. He then proceeded to dig into it head-first, slurping up the noodle-y goodness that was a bowl of spaghetti. God, this was heavenly.

© MADI