[private]

[subversion]

It's been a few hours. No, the tea didn't help; he's nervous, twitchy, can't keep still. Obviously the thing to do is wall himself up in a kitchen and cook with ridiculous amounts of onions.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels. Adult content further down.]]

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[stripesandheels]

[She makes it back, mostly intact- no. Who is she kidding? One thigh high has come off her garter belt, and rolled down. Her dress is rumpled, her hair is a mess. She ignores him, as she comes into the room, and drifts to the cupboard to get a glass down for water.

Higher than a fucking kite, would be the expression.]

[subversion]

[He can see it. Damn it. He was here first, and what the hell has she done to herself? Idiot woman.

His fingers are properly drawn back, so he doesn't cut himself when the knife slips hard in the red onion he's dicing.]

... shit.

[stripesandheels]

Ow,

[She says, sympathetically, taking her water glass over to the sink to fill it up, cautiously.]

Are there bananas in here?

[subversion]

If they aren't in the fruitbowl, there aren't any.

[Clipped, curt and cold. There are other things on the counter - eggs, sugar, frozen peas and shrimp, mirin and sugar.]