wonkas; saturday

[flickofthewrist]

The bruise on Flick's cheek had morphed into a really ugly shade of brown and yellow by Saturday. It was still tender to the touch but it was healing. His lip was no longer puffy and the gash that had opened up was scabbing over. So, all in all, Flick had looked worse.

He'd taken some of the morning to stock up on what candy needed to be refilled before sitting down and wondering if he should put out the dark chocolate bacon bar or some Thai Tamarind Candy.

In the end, he put both out on the counter in front of him. See which one sold quickest.

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[seveninchmotto]

It was around lunchtime. Isabelle showed up with a paper bag. So he could probably guess what was happening.

"Hello, hello."

[flickofthewrist]

"Hey, baby," he said, looking up and smiling. "Brought me something?"

He hoped. He was starving. Candy wasn't good as a meal.

[seveninchmotto]

"Only the heartiest, finest lunch sandwich the diner has to offer," she announced, placing the bag on the counter before leaning over it to give him a kiss.

There was also a dirty note in the bag. It was not from the diner.

[flickofthewrist]

"You're the best," he murmured against her lips before giving her a kiss of his own. He slid back and smiled at her. "What's going on with you?"

He reached for the bag, opening it up and snagging the sandwich first. The note would come in just a second.

[seveninchmotto]

"Nothing much," she said, shrugging and leaning against the counter. "I've gained several followers, and met a rude new guy yesterday, but that's about it."

[flickofthewrist]

"Several followers, huh?" He'd created a monster. "Anything specific they're flocking to you for?"

He'd listened to the radio so he knew about the new arrival. He'd ask about that in a second or two.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged. "Oh, just my unbeatable fashion sense, beauty, and hot boyfriend, I guess."

Excessive and creative tagging too, probably.

[flickofthewrist]

"You're posting pictures of me?" he asked, taking a big bite of the sandwich she'd brought him. "What's the last one you posted?"

He was curious. Couldn't help it.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smirked and got her phone out. A moment later, she handed it to him so he could see the photo.

Of course, the tags were the real thing.

#bw #theboyfriend #lookatthisasshole #ugh #getout #getoutwithyourface #urabutt

[flickofthewrist]

"What are these tags?" Flick asked, not even caring about the picture. The tags were the main attraction. "Holy shit, you learn fast."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered. "What? I saw people tagging hot guys like this." And it had spoken to her in a very deep way. "I think they were posting pictures of some kind of actor or something, but the principle is the same."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick snickered and took another bite before reaching for the bag again. Dirty note soon.

"I had no idea you thought I was both a butt and an asshole," he teased. "Must be the picture. Maybe other ones will be better."

[seveninchmotto]

It was a very good dirty note. Candy-themed and everything.

"I think the tags get worse the better the picture is."

[flickofthewrist]

"Then, show me the worst."

Because you'd made him curious again. He reached into the bag to check to see if there were napkins and he came out with the note instead.

He read it once. Read it again and then looked up at her slowly, eyes glinting.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle batted her eyelashes at him innocently, like she had no idea what that look was for.

"What?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Stretched your writing muscles this morning?" he asked, holding up the note. "I like. I like a lot."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered, then blew him a kiss. Sure, she was close enough to give him an actual kiss, but she wouldn't let that stop her from being a little playful.

"I was feeling inspired."

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, your inspiration is much appreciated," he said, fanning himself with the letter. "A lot. Thank you, baby."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smiled and shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe it'll even inspire you to come over tonight."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm inspired," he said, giving the letter a kiss before tucking it away in a pocket. "I'll be there as soon as I've finished up here."

[seveninchmotto]

"Fantastic." It really was. "Maybe I'll even take a few new photos of you."

Featuring the current good side of his face.

"Probably some that'll remain perfectly private."

[flickofthewrist]

"I appreciate that," he said, smiling at her. "Some pictures are meant for your eyes only. Take as many as you want but keep them private."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smirked. But also nodded. "So, you enjoy your lunch now," she said. "And then later, you can enjoy other things."

And not just notes.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick leaned over the counter and gave her a little kiss.

"Can do," he murmured before sliding back. "I look forward to those other things."

The note had been a nice primer. He was just going to anticipate the enjoyment of other things.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle kept smiling at him. "See you later, baby." She even winked, before turning to leave. "And now you can watch me walk away."

With the way her clothes fit her, she thought it was a great thing to watch.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick waved and watched.

He watched until he couldn't see her anymore.

Then, he sighed and finished his sandwich.