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Who: Kuronue and Kurama (And anyone else who Kurama may have called over...)
Where: Kuronue's Residence - The Temple
When: After this, Dinnertime?
Summary: Kuronue cooks dinner, Kurama better eat it no matter how horrible it may taste gets spoiled.
Kuronue slid back the wooden door leading to the kitchen area, bags and parcels held in arms and hands awkwardly as he made his way over to a nearby counter. The door was left open as he was busy wrestling a couple of clingy bags off his fingers. Why did they always seem to get caught up in his claws when he tried so damn hard to make sure they didn't? Damn it! He'd just gotten back and already this cooking adventure seemed to be going badly. Kurama better appreciate his efforts of getting (and later) cooking his special requests for him.
Still grumbling, he managed to get the bags off and began putting away the other groceries, while setting aside the things he needed at the moment. It didn't even occur to him to inform his partner that he was back and in the kitchen. If Kurama was curious enough, he'd just come find out what all the noise was about and therefore would find him.