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[ not impressed roommate is not impressed. and reclining on the couch.

also sort of hungry, feed your underage ward kthnx ]

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What're you looking at with your wolf eyes?

[Holds up bowl of soup.]

Want some? It's smashing.

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[ wolf eyes. fitting. ]

Preferably something that isn't soup, my body has this fucked up habit of phasing through liquids sometimes.

[ but she can still drink.. drinks and stuff, just. no soup please. or poison or liquid meds. ]

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There's left over waffles in the fridge. And beer. And also maybe guacamole, but I dunno how old that is.

[SHRUGS. He's not your maid bitch.]

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Fine. [ trudging up and walking to the fridge, snatching the waffles out and sticking two in the toaster.

cooking.

toasting.

if this shit burns she will not be impressed

kating or whatever sound a toaster makes

takes her waffles out and plops them on a plate, cuts them into concise sections and pours syrup on them.

eats. ]

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Annnd to the kitchen you go!!

[Grin smirk grin smirk.]

Now was that so hard? I'll make breakfast before I go to work tomorrow.

[dissection]

Shut the fuck up.

[okay, food has been made and eaten and plate is in the sink. :| ]

Splendid. [ rolls her eyes. ]

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You're such a Tit Monster.

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[ starting to walk back to the couch-

stopping dead in her tracks. ]

Excuse me?

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[Rolling on couch laughing. Literally.]

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[ you're such a fuckup, how did you get so rich and famous ]

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[Because I'm a genius and can afford to be a fuckup when my smarts make up for it! Haha, suck on that, bitch.]

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[ sorry she can't, you told her you didn't have one. ]