i think there's a flaw in my code

[mofi]

WHO: Murphy & YOU
WHEN: Throughout February
WHERE: Various locations
WHAT: Catch-All
WARNINGS: TBD

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[mofi]

Ah, there's Kavinsky. Murphy replies by waving his hand, breaking the distance between them by traipsing across the parking lot. When Murphy steps into arm's reach of him "— We're actually a day late," he tells the bouquet, very matter o' factly. Did it matter? No, not really. Weren't gingerbread cookies a staple for Christmas? That was more curious because they were well into February.

"Happy Galentine's Day. I didn't get you anything. I made you something, though." With his other hand, he gives his phone a little shake. "I'll send it to you later. If you hate it, don't tell me."

The phone gets pocketed and the baked goods are shifted into his other arm. "Should I put these in my car or we going to eat 'em?"

[pillz]

"We're gonna eat 'em," Kavinsky says, definitively. "And that's a deal. I'll keep the commentary to myself. But you can tell me if you hate what I made you." He hitches the rolled-up blanket under his arm and jerks his head toward the venue, falling into step beside the other boy.

Did he even lock his car. Does he care. No/no.

"Pinterest got some good ideas for gingerbread Valentine's day houses," Kavinsky says. "And gingerbread vagina cookies. Chocolate dick cake. I figured that was the classiest option." He jerks his chin at the pink fellas in Murphy's grip, even as the scratch of their tread on concrete turns into a gentler scuff on the grass. He picks a spot very close to a heater, flings it wide. Physics wins, and he doesn't actually manage to spread the fabric very far before it collapses into a crumple, but it's fine.

He puts down a bag on it, and then navigates around to straighten out the other corner. "You hungry? They make a mean avocado and toast here."

[mofi]

"Why yes, Kavinsky. I will share my gift with you," Murphy says in return. The edges of his lips twitches, showing off a small grin. Murphy traipses across the parking lot, following close to Kavinsky, and shortly onto the grass.

On his side of the blanket, Murphy does the same thing. Pulls and straightens the corner. He puts the little basket of gingerbread treats onto one of them, opposite of Kavinsky's bag.

"I am starving," he says with a huff, finally settled on the blanket. "I am starving. Sure, yeah, I'll try that." He'd try anything, really (except for shrimp pizza).

[pillz]

Kavinsky puts in the order. Avocado toast.

He also puts in an order for: chocolate dick cake, XL, for his friend here-- because -- because. With a perfectly straight (ha) face, he tops off the order with mimosas, then proceeds to flop back. Both he and the waitress then shift their attention to Murphy, expectantly. In the meantime, Kavinsky reaches over to amputate a gingerbread man's leg and then eat it.

He doesn't really expect to get a big reaction out of Murphy, but you know. One can hope.