What? ( he's not sure he's heard her properly, but he's grinning, because it sounded like she said-- ) What sort of thoughts, you said?
( okay, so he's never really been great in the kitchen. and this isn't even cooking! this is just wrapping something up to keep it from going bad. but he's already tried just wrapping up the whole box, which seems excessive, so now he's transferring the cream puffs to a plate, and then, upon better thinking, a bowl, before wrapping up the top of it. he doesn't know everywhere she's wandered, but he's heard her footsteps pattering around while he's been in the kitchen. )
Y'know. The kind of thoughts you have about someone you can't stop thinking about.
( satisfied, he tucks the bowl at the back of the counter, tosses the box, and then, clapping his hands, he ducks out of the kitchen to find her with a slight, pleased grin. )
Shall we? ( he offers her the crook of one arm, like she really needs the help going up the stairs to the place where the bed--and his clothes--are. )
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( okay, so he's never really been great in the kitchen. and this isn't even cooking! this is just wrapping something up to keep it from going bad. but he's already tried just wrapping up the whole box, which seems excessive, so now he's transferring the cream puffs to a plate, and then, upon better thinking, a bowl, before wrapping up the top of it. he doesn't know everywhere she's wandered, but he's heard her footsteps pattering around while he's been in the kitchen. )
Y'know. The kind of thoughts you have about someone you can't stop thinking about.
( satisfied, he tucks the bowl at the back of the counter, tosses the box, and then, clapping his hands, he ducks out of the kitchen to find her with a slight, pleased grin. )
Shall we? ( he offers her the crook of one arm, like she really needs the help going up the stairs to the place where the bed--and his clothes--are. )