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[gun_cocked]

[After being transported to the dress room and waking up in a stranger’s bed, Cross decides to hit the kitchens in search of something to eat.]

[ooc: hey, bisexual!Cross here. He’s been wondering around getting to know the place, but he wants a snack first before going off to pick his room. Drop by and say hi if ya want :) ]

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[terpsiichore]

*just enters the kitchen and sees the familiar red hair*

Captain?! Is that you?

[ooc: dancer!Reever~ his info is underconstruction, but there's a one sentence info on how he knows Cross ^^]

[gun_cocked]

[turns around to see the blond] Er...yes? [raises an eyebrow]

[ooc: I LOL'D after reading how he knows Cross]

[terpsiichore]

... Nevermind. You're not the captain.

[ooc: poor, poor Reever... but hey, at least Allen and him can split the bills XDD]

[gun_cocked]

...[resumes looking for food] Why were you so freaked out?

[terpsiichore]

I wasn't. *goes over to open the fridge* I just thought you were the Cross that I know-- you want anything from the fridge?

[gun_cocked]

A beer would be nice. {keeps looking}

[terpsiichore]

*takes one out and throws it over, then takes out a lemonade soda*

Here you go.

[gun_cocked]

[catches it, but waits awhile before opening it] Thanks.

[terpsiichore]

*closes the fridge* Your welcome. *goes over to the pantry* Do you want some peanuts to go with the beer?

[gun_cocked]

Nah. I should probably eat something with more substance since my stomach might eat itself.

[terpsiichore]

Suit yourself. *pops some cashews in his mouth, watching Cross search for food. He wonders if he should interfere when the guy starts cooking*

[gun_cocked]

If you're wondering if I might set the joint on fire, don't. I don't cook. [finds a some bread and heads to the fridge to find something to go with it]

[terpsiichore]

*rolls his eyes* I know you don't. But you know how. *heads over to the fridge as well*

I'm getting hungry too; you want some french toast or something?

[gun_cocked]

[shrugs] I don't care, as long as it's food. I don't mind [goes to sit at the table]

[terpsiichore]

*takes out the eggs and bacon from the fridge. From the freezer he takes out frozen fruits* I'll cook for you if you promise to avoid the alcohol after eating.

[gun_cocked]

[raises an eyebrow] What if I want to Irish up my coffee?