(no subject)
[there's a...well, there's a smell coming from one of the kitchens, and it might be something burning.]
[the source is a boy in a plain black t-shirt, up to his elbows in eggshells and cooking implements. He's balancing a plate above the mess, upon which is the final result of all his trial an error. The perfect omelette. On which he's meticulously drawing a heart made of ketchup.]
[let's just say Ven doesn't have much sense for romance.]
Oh, geez...I've gotta clean all this before she wakes up.
[spoilerface of sorts. backdated for the event. for runawaycrayon.]
[the source is a boy in a plain black t-shirt, up to his elbows in eggshells and cooking implements. He's balancing a plate above the mess, upon which is the final result of all his trial an error. The perfect omelette. On which he's meticulously drawing a heart made of ketchup.]
[let's just say Ven doesn't have much sense for romance.]
Oh, geez...I've gotta clean all this before she wakes up.
[spoilerface of sorts. backdated for the event. for runawaycrayon.]