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[easytype.livejournal.com]

Huh. What's taking them so long?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ somehow made it to the kitchen without getting lost. it's obviously a bad habit of his.

takes a look around, not really sure what to do with himself. just... leans quietly on a counter. in the corner. so he doesn't get in the way. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ strolls into the kitchen like he owns the place. perks up when he spots prey oliver. ]

So what's there to eat around here?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ jumps in surprise, then settles down. glasses being adjusted, as usual. ]

I-- I don't know. H-haven't checked just yet.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

... not yet? What did you plan on doing in a kitchen?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

I d-don't know... [ shrinks back, noticing that he looks a little annoyed. ] I'm-- I'm sorry!

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ irritation already forgotten, jumping from cupboard to fridge to cupboard. he's more curious than hungry. ]

Hey, where do you think they keep the best snacks?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, perplexed on the sudden mood change. slowly opens a cabinet, just to look and see. ]

Um... maybe o-on the top shelves?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ found ice cream in the meanwhile. scooping some for both oliver & himself. ]

You're not too short to get it, are you?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

...

[ looks himself up and down. uh. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

I-- I could try if you'd like.

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

Don't bother, you'll hurt yourself. I'll do it myself later.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ has a spoon with ice cream on it & proceeds to poke it at oliver's lips. open wide. ]

But forget that, try this. Much better than that... stuff Riku gave us.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ ..... stares at the spoon for a moment or so. weary look, but opens his mouth anyway. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ & in it goes! leans back to give an expectant stare. ]

Well? Good, huh?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ ah, shoot, some of it doesn't make it in. attempts to wipe it off his chin, but swallows and blinks. ]

... it is good.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

Told you. [ takes a bite himself & then offers the bowl. ] Here, have more.

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

O-okay.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ slowly takes another bite. then another. and another. oh, could very well get used to this.

inbetween bites: ]

W-what's it called?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ grins & takes more bites himself. ]

Sea salt ice cream. This is ours from now on.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ stop and thinks about his words. swallows, looking a bit hopeful. ]

Ours?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

Ours, mine, same thing. I don't mind sharing it with you.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ ... cheeks are going to get red right aboooout now. hides it by handing Simon the carton again. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ grins & takes two more bites. hands it back so he can go fetch a chair. ]

Now let's see what they're hiding on that shelf. Stand in that corner over there so you don't hurt yourself.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

A-ah, okay!

[ scoots off towards said corner, putting the ice cream down on the counter next to him. ]