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[bloodymelodic]

*humming happily the hum of the innocent, hair looped up and pinned with decorative chopsticks as she cooks something, hips swaying to the beat in her head* Mm... shit, this smells good.

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[replicaberry]

[Luke kind of wants to take one of the chopsticks out of her hair, just to be a pain in the ass. instead, he slips into the kitchen damn-near silently and leans on the counter riiiight behind her] What're you making?

[bloodymelodic]

Food. *reaching for a bottle of teriyaki sauce*

[replicaberry]

[raises an eyebrow] Y'don't say. [sarcasm met with sarcasm.]

[bloodymelodic]

Here, before I add more, taste. *spears a bite of chicken*

[metaruheido]

*walks in, because mm, that smells goooooooood*

[bloodymelodic]

Oh, hey! How are you doing?

[metaruheido]

I'm good. You?

[bloodymelodic]

*grins, and spears a bit of chicken* Taste.