evening | john shelby
i think we all need some john domestic bliss fluff, given recent events
“Is a chicken really a bird if they can’t fly?” you asked, swinging your knees side to side. You and John were squished into the doorway, sat with your knees bent on the stoop, as the sun slowly slipped behind the brick wall that lined the yard.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
You laughed, and bumped your knees to his again.
“Well, well you think of a bird, you think of it flying around. But chickens just- “
He looped his arm up over your shoulder so he could pull your head in, and planted a big kiss.
“You really shouldn’t interrupt, Johnny, it’s rude” you sniffed, knocking your nose against his.
“They’re domesticated fowl” he replied, ignoring your comment, and turned back to check on Katie. You furrowed your brow, watching his profile with wide eyes.
“Oh, are they? Mr Smarty Pants”
He turned to smirk at you for a moment, adjusting his arm around your shoulder.
“Katty, just scatter it about, love. We’ll be here all night” he motioned with his hand.