Inseparable
He could see a giant takeout bag from a nearby place that would serve incredibly greasy, amazing burgers with massive buckets of fries. but the person holding it didn't look like delivery workers, more like students, just like them.
Life's a Beach, Wave 3.
My bedroom dressed in a white button down short sleeved shirt and a pair of light blue tight jeans and wearing my best cologne, i look up at the clock on the wall and see 6:30pm, great just enough time to pick up a bottle of wine and pick up a chinese takeout
A Longing Connection - Thursday Prompt Story [#1, 05/1/23]
He had just come back home with a takeout bag in hand and with little energy to do anything else. even though it was the stoat's week off, that didn't seem to stop his body from wanting to coil itself under multiple blankets.
Longing: Chapter 11.5
Heading to the kitchen, rose placed her bags on the counter and pulled out the takeout. she rummaged through the drawers for utensils and plates, and set up for dinner. as she worked, she hummed to herself, and finally she heard the water shut off.
Closet Space
Faustus's kitchen was a disaster zone of old plates, takeout bags, and empty ramen cups. you'd taken care of that on your first day, and when dr. faustus returned home, her smile of approval had melted your heart.
Fair Fortune
"that's why you didn't ask for a takeout bag, eh?" "my intelligence has nothing to do with that," greg snorted, though he smiled. "i assumed they would give me one."
A Mistress's Lover
Eventually, it was found buried underneath last night's takeout she pushed the answer button before the machine could pick it up.
Identity: Chapter Thirty-Nine
"where do you think i got that takeout we ate on our first date?"
RBHOS: First Drive
Why don't we get takeout to celebrate?" "i..." she begins, though doesn't go anywhere with it, instead turning back and giving a small nod. with that, the two of you open your respective doors, and step out of the car.
Chapter One: The meeting
I open the fridge door and find nothing except some bad milk and left over takeout food. i then close the fridge door and decide to head out for my early morning walk. looking at the time, it reads 5:10am.
Don't Pay for Water (Otherwise Untitled)
~ with a moment's silent consideration, the ferret pulled a couple of bucks out of his pocket, "let's go get some takeout.", dropping the bills onto the table between the placemat menus.
Of Noivern Want
Kelsey ordered some takeout when they got home, and went swimming in the backyard pool after dinner. sylvia wasn't sure if her trainer was trying to give them space on purpose, but she appreciated it nonetheless.