Twentieth Flare - Video/Action - Cooking Mama

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Alright, alright, listen up.

Apparently, I'm one of the FEW competent people who doesn't set himself on fire near an open flame or turn everything he touches to hazardous waste, so I'm going to be doing all of you guys a favor. Seriously, all these cooking tip feeds? Gotta stop.

So!

[He pushes the feed back, revealing his large kitchen at his own

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But I was gonna go take a nap on the roof--!

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Do you want me to make that face? I will so make that face. I will guilt-trip you so hard, I'll get arrested.

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I'm sleepy!

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[WIBBLE.]

Demyx...

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Lea...

[SRSLY BRO a-at least an hour--]

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You'd rather sleep then spend time with me or Isa... Fine, I see how it is...

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Can't I just get a half hour? At least? I'll come right over after, I promise.

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[Instant perk up.]

Alright! Can't wait to see you!

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[He grumbles something unintelligible to himself before he clicks the SFC off to head up to the roof for his nap.

It ends up lasting a little more than a half hour.

Like two hours.]

1/4

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[Lea is practically bubbling with excitement. He's almost more of an affection whore than Demyx, and being with the people he loves is enough to power him through the day.

Da dee da, might as well get things set up and answer some of the people on his SFC...]

2/4

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[Half hour mark.

Fiddling around with the SFC, Lea checks to make sure Demyx hasn't left any messages before he just rolls his eyes. Figures he'd be late. Well, he guess he can let it slide. It's Demyx, after all.

But he promised, and Lea's sure he'll get here soon.]

3/4

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[One hour mark.

Okay. So he's a bit overdue. Lot overdue. But Lea won't let that bug him. Things'll turn out fine. Demyx'll be here aaaaaany minute now. He tries to calm himself down by playing with the water in the sink, trying to control it with magic.

Aaaaaaaany minute now. It'll be fine.]

[text]

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some promis keper u r

[That would be at the two hour mark. Lea isn't happy. That means it's time for frustration baking. He's right in the middle of making cookies, because you know what? Who needs a boyfriend? He doesn't. Cookies are all he needs. The best company.]

[text/voice]

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[He probably would've kept on snoozing away if it weren't for that text sending a high-pitched series of beeps into his ear. Why he decided to keep the SFC out of his pocket he'll never know, but when it jostles him from whatever dream he was having his hand presses down on the screen as he sits up.]

2e4uiiiiaghnnnn trf

Whuzza--?

[brb ignoring you forever]

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[Lea tries to be at least a LITTLE hopeful when he sees the SFC beep. But that message...

He just shoves the SFC in the fridge angrily and goes back to making frustration cookies. All the freakin' frustration cookies he can make. And right now? Well... There are a lot of cookies.]

[so cold, jerklea]

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[Huh. Wasn't it lighter out when he fell aslee--

Uh oh.

He'll just start furiously tapping away at the keys, taking off in a sprint to the ground floor. Half of the stairs he ends up skipping, some even tripping over while he sends his messages.]

lea

lea dude oh light what dude hey hey

hey

lea

lea

lea

Lea im sorry i didnt think id sleep that long the alarm didnt go off|

[WHAM. Out onto the streets he goes!]