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[evilalphonse]

I've got a new job~ And I bet it's better than any of yours. I bet that once my boss sees how excellent I am he'll promote me. I'd give it no more than a week. ::smirks::

Hey, woman, cook me something like you said you would. Maybe an omelet.

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[poisonous_womb]

Anything you want, sweetheart! *bustles into the kitchen, grabbing a frying pan*

[evilalphonse]

::rolls his eyes:: Don't call me that. And... yeah. Omelet. You know. With lots of good stuff in it.

[poisonous_womb]

...But we're dating. ...What kind of good stuff?

[evilalphonse]

Actually, we're not, because the deal was that you'll have to convince me that that's a good idea first. ...Uh, you know, omelet stuff. Mushrooms, cheese, olives, ham, I dunno. Stuff that goes in an omelet.

[poisonous_womb]

*tries not huff... has to bag herself a man* ...Alright. Darling? *puts the pan on the stove and goes about grabbing omelet things, totally making it up as she goes along*

[evilalphonse]

::half-glare:: Just "Al", no stupid pet names. ::snorts, then walks around a bit, looking at stuff idly::

[poisonous_womb]

...Al. *not really sure what she's allowed to say at this point and goes about doing the omelet thing, lalala wow the stuff that's supposed to go inside it is turning funny colours...*

[evilalphonse]

Much better. ::sits down at the table, resting his chin in his hands, and staring off into space, thinking::

[poisonous_womb]

*oh cooking, such wonderful cooking~ never mind the fact it smells strange*

[evilalphonse]

::was just wondering about that, himself:: You're burning... something. Or maybe you're not, it doesn't smell quite like burned food. More like... rubber.

[poisonous_womb]

It smells like all of the rest of my cooking to me, dar -- Al. *pokes at it with a spatula*

[evilalphonse]

...Do you eat your own cooking?

[poisonous_womb]

Of course I do! *folds the outer part of the omelet over the insides, the outside part looking relatively normal, if not a little burnt around the edges, and deposits it on a plate in front of Al, beaming delightedly*

[evilalphonse]

Maybe that's why you're so weird. ::grabs a fork and looks at the omelet dubiously, then takes a bite:: ... ::gags:: WHAT THE FUCK.

[poisonous_womb]

*stomps her foot, glaring* Well that was rude, darling!

[evilalphonse]

And DON'T fucking call me that. What the hell is this? ::shoves the abominable omelet away::