Kitchen: Ram/Java

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((OOC: Cont. from hereJava led her husband out of the bedroom, keeping a kittenish distance between them that allowed her to appreciate him on the sly. She wondered, vaguely, what their old henchmen would say if they could see them now, parading down the hallway with the tousled, half-clothed confidence of lovers, posture flawless and eyes wicked

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[Sorry about being so late. Things have been crazy with school and Chris and all that. I'm really trying, though. I really don't want to have to give up Ram : (]

Ram followed Java into the hallways and eventually the kitchen. His appearance had never really struck him until he passed a mirror, cracked near the upper-left corner but still salvagable, in the hallway. His hair was all messed up and he was halfway naked. A small feeling of discomfort lurched inside of his stomach, but he ignored it. No. I don't care about these things anymore. He told himself sternly.

Ram sat down on a stool at the counter. "Rice would be just fine, Javie." He replied with a bright, boysih smile. He figured rice would be about the only thing that would be fine. The alcohol he had last night, though not much, made his stomach mutinize and feel umcomfortable. He'd be able to keep rice down, though, he decided.