Foreman raised his eyebrows when he heard House coming--well, more like smelled him coming. He kept on chopping vegetables, tossing them in a frying pan as he went. If he looked at House, he was going to burst out laughing. He let himself smile when House approached him, smirking down at the food as House peered over his shoulder. Foreman couldn't quite help shifting his weight, subtly, but enough to invite House into his space. He expected a barbed comment, maybe about the shampoo, maybe about the food. He wasn't expecting to get a shot to the crotch.
"Hey!" Foreman recoiled, more from a protective instinct than from the pain, half turning, and stumbled, catching himself before he stepped on House's foot. He twisted around the rest of the way and grabbed House's wrists, both of them, to make sure he was safe from any more attacks, and glared at him. He couldn't keep it up, though. House's hair was still sticking up, but it was drying, and Foreman couldn't help noticing that it was shinier than before, and looked softer. He leaned his ass back against the cupboards, feeling the smirk take over his face, no matter how hard he tried not to, until he was grinning widely. He yanked on House's wrists, tugging him forward. "I'd take that question seriously if it wasn't like I was talking to Carmen Miranda's hat," he said.
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Date: 2009-04-25 09:42 am (UTC)"Hey!" Foreman recoiled, more from a protective instinct than from the pain, half turning, and stumbled, catching himself before he stepped on House's foot. He twisted around the rest of the way and grabbed House's wrists, both of them, to make sure he was safe from any more attacks, and glared at him. He couldn't keep it up, though. House's hair was still sticking up, but it was drying, and Foreman couldn't help noticing that it was shinier than before, and looked softer. He leaned his ass back against the cupboards, feeling the smirk take over his face, no matter how hard he tried not to, until he was grinning widely. He yanked on House's wrists, tugging him forward. "I'd take that question seriously if it wasn't like I was talking to Carmen Miranda's hat," he said.