11-03-2016, 12:16 PM
"I don't whine."He grunted out simply, not amusing the young governor's son with another reply and not having time to either when the waitress came back with his food. The older man shifted away from his now still hands and took the napkin from the table to lay it over his belly so no food winded up staining his uniform. He shifted his hips forwards and adjusted his chair so he could come closer towards the table, grabbing the fork to take a quick bite of the still steaming lasagna. His eyes rolled back slightly and he almost moaned at the taste, at home, his father restricted him to a strict diet, though when out in public he allowed him whatever he wanted. Unless the elderly man wanted a blubbering, pregnant general on his hands, which he turned into if he wasn't given his way most times.
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