"Oh, um ... Wil smokes?" Take that as you will. Nasir's tone was sheepish as he continued. "... but he also smokes some herbal cigarette that the Chief is allergic to. Like he always knows when Wil is around because his eyes start watering and then he starts sneezing and then the coughing ..." Said as if it was something he had actually clocked at one point.
"If that is true," he said with a smile, "then I am most fortunate." As it had not killed it as a hobby and only furthered his passion for cooking. "I'm not an artist but Wil is," the boyfriend, "and he's going for his masters actually. Mathematics is what I went to school for."
Nasir was moving around the kitchen again before he paused. "What do you want to drink?" The options were, legitimately, endless.
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