[Anyone venturing into the kitchen who happens to know the typically foul-tempered silverette may be in for quite a shock.
The teen in the kitchen with an apron and his hair covered with a bandanna, stirring a bowl of some sort of pastry batter with another woman who holds a
striking resemblance to the teen, some may recognize her as the boy's
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Whatever Hayato thought, now he was closer to a family life than Ryuutaro had ever gotten to be.
And he was looking adorable.]
Having fun?
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Oh god that was actually recorded.
Practically jumping for the thing after tossing the bowl on the table, he switched the feed to private, his cheeks a very deep shade of red.]
H-how long was this recording?!
[His mother, rather curious as to what the sudden commotion was about, peered on the screen with the top of her head touching Hayato's. Of course she's going to give Ryuutaro a bright smile and a little wave.]
Hello Fukami-kun~!
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Oh, a little while~
[He sounded cheerful about this. Sorry, Hayato, no pity for you this time.]
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[Frantic button pressing is a go- WHY CAN'T HE DELETE IT FROM THE NETWORK!? Though his efforts are hampered by the handle of a wooden spoon making light contact with the tip of his nose.]
Hayato, watch your language.
[And then lookit him blush more... and really not know what to make of that. Usually he didn't care but... this was his mother, and as it's just been proven she can sucker him into just about anything...]
S-sorry ma...
[And she is just going to yoink the little device out of Hayato's hands for a moment]
Fukami-kun, are you hungry? We're making cannoli.
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SH-SHUT UP! This is none of your business!
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[and this would be him fumbling and trying to find a way to delete the feed from the network, just lookit how red his face is!]
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