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[perceivedingly]

[ Apollo's currently crouched down in the middle of what seems to be an open-air kitchen. He's spent the better part of he doesn't even know how long trying to draw it up. Frankly, he doesn't even want to figure out how long it took him to draft this up. But he promised his *~love~*, Kyoya, the best tea of his life, thanks to a recipe his matron

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[mommiedingly]

[ walks into the kitchen curiously. ]

My, Apollo. Did you draw all this yourself?

[ that's kind of cute that he would work so hard over an off-hand comment~ ]

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[ klasjdkjaskjf! ]

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[ Spins around, pressing his back to the crayon countertop, his hands splayed out beside him. ]

K-Kyoya! It's not ready yet!

[mommiedingly]

[ stands on his tiptoes to peer over Apollo's shoulders. ]

Hmm~? It looks just fine to me. What's there left to draw?

HI HI! :D

[magicaledingly]

[Was walking around a bit, after doodling her little picture and clearing her mind, when she saw...Polly in a kitchen?

She blinked a moment, slowly walking over, but seeing that he was making something...tea? She smiled, and walking up beside him, she looked to the pot, then up at him.]

Hey Polly. What 'cha doin'?

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!!

( ... Oh, it's just Trucy. )

S'up?

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Just making up a kitchen, in case someone wants t-tea.

[ That someone being Kyoya, of course~. But once he's done, the kitchen will remain, so anyone who wants to is free to use it. ]

Nothing much! :D Just getting some<s>pretending to</s> Study in! :D

[magicaledingly]

[She blinked, then smiled, looking to the tea pot, then back to Apollo]

Oh wow, that's nice of you Polly! And you did such a good job on it to. [looks around...then looks back to him]

So, what kind of tea is that? it looks like you're working super hard.

[goddedingly]

[...Oh God. First Marluxia's garden thing and now--]

[goddedingly]

[SNICKER]

SOB SHUT UP HARUHI ;A;

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--!

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..What's so funny?

[ergoedingly]

[ This. This was a reasonable crayon concoction. This is what he would like to see more of! ]

[ He took a few steps toward Apollo, hands in pockets. ] Impressive.

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[ Here, Edgeworth, have an Apollo who's wearing a frilly apron professional-looking apron to keep his suit clean. ]

Thank you, sir!

[ergoedingly]

Actually, I believe it should be the inverse; I should thank you. [ The corner of his mouth curled up slightly as he began to peer about the kitchen before letting his eyes rest on Apollo again. ] I apologize if this is too forward, but is this kitchen exclusive, or may I use it as well?

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[ Shakes his head quickly, grinning. ]

Not at all! Help yourself!

[tattooedingly]

Hey, nice kitchen!

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--!

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Oh, thanks!

[tattooedingly]

[ stomach grumbling ]

What're you cooking?