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[omitting.livejournal.com]

[ sitting at the kitchen table, painting with watercolors as she waits for a pot of water to boil. looks like someone is planning on making spaghetti and meatballs, if the thin box of pasta and raw meat sitting on the counter is anything to judge by. ]

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[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

(Taylor, having just woken up a few minutes ago, stumbled into the kitchen. she'd finally gotten over the initial shock of being a guy, and just wanted something to eat)

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[glances up, swirling her paintbrush in a small glass of water. she smiles, still a little uneasy, but no less accepting.]

Good morning. Almost afternoon, actually.

[keyofforesight.livejournal.com]

It's noon?

(glances at the clock-and sees the time.)

Oh. It is.

(someone couldn't get to sleep until about three)

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[she smiles quietly and pushes her chair back, getting up to go check on the water.]

I guess I'm just used to being up early.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[all these gender switching is making his head hurt, so he'll be here opening the fridge to get some ice]

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[glances up from her painting as he enters, but says nothing. she's not sure if he knows she's there, and she doesn't want to frighten him.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[feels someone's eyes focused on him, and while pressing a cloth with ice on it to his forehead, looks]

Oh. Hi, Naminé.

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[smiles a little, tipping her head.]

Hi. Are you alright?

[her brows furrow just slightly as she takes note of the cloth.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[sits down at a stool, plunking his Organization coat on the counter, smiling a little]

Yeah. Just...all the recent changing of genders has been making my head spin.

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[laughs quietly, nodding. she drops her paintbrush into the small glass of water nearby and folds her hands on the table.]

I know exactly what you mean.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

Good thing I wasn't affected, though. [looks at the paintbrush]

Painting something?

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[smiles.]

It's getting a little hard to tell who has and who hasn't with some. I don't think I've seen a girl Roxas that's supposed to be a girl, though.

[another quiet laugh, and then she looks down at the pad of paper in front of her and nods.]

Just.. dabbling with some colors.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

...I saw one just before this whole thing started.

[sniffs the air a bit] Are you cooking something?

[omitting.livejournal.com]

Really?

[she murmurs a quiet 'oh' and pushes her chair back, getting up to go and check if the water is boiling, almost having forgotten about it.]

Spaghetti.

[she turns to lean against the counter, opening the box of noodles to pour into the water.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[gets off the stool, leaving his coat on the counter but still holding the ice to his head to look. Roxas sadly has never cooked in his entire non-life.]

why did i laugh :|

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[steps aside to give him room, reaching to turn the temperature of the burner down just a bit. after that, she turns on another where an pot waits.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[now just watching curiously]

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[as the pasta softens, she cooks up the meatballs and heats up the pasta, humming quietly to herself.]

I'm sure there'll be plenty left over, if you'd like some.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[blink. well, he was hungry]

Sure it's okay?

[omitting.livejournal.com]

It's perfectly fine. There's more than enough.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

Well, okay then. [small smile]

Can I help?

[omitting.livejournal.com]

If you'd like.

[she takes another step aside to give him a bit more room.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[places the ice cloth on a nearby counter. he's feeling loads better.]

What do I do?

[omitting.livejournal.com]

There should be some oregano on the counter over there somewhere. You can add it to the sauce.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[spots the herbs and gives it an experimental sniff before adding it in.]

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[she just laughs quietly at this, stirring the pasta. it's kind of nice to have some..normal company.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

I never really cooked before. [looking at the different ingredients curiously]

[omitting.livejournal.com]

It's not that hard. You're doing a pretty decent job.

[why yes, she is teasing.]

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[thanks to his exposure to the Virtual Twilight Town, this Roxas has a sense of humor]

Yeah, adding a herb in makes me a master chef now. [rolls eyes, grinning]

[omitting.livejournal.com]

At least you knew what oregano was~.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

I just know that it's the one with that smell.

[Thank you, Marluxia, for adding those in his food during one time. he never got the smell out of his nose. :|]

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[reaches to shut off the burners once everything is done and ready.]

I..think it's done.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

Really?

[scoots closer to look]

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[nods, moving to get two plates down from the cabinet, pushing up onto her toes.]

Mmhm.

no wonder I didn't get the notification :/

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

Uh, here, let me do that. [Gets them down for her]

...i'm running on like no sleep and a headache, sorry x__x

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[smiles and lets him, even though she could have done it herself.]

Thank you.

's okay. not going to bed yet then?

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[yeah, but he's feeling a little uncomfortable making a girl do it. :|]

Do I set them there?

neverrrr /shakefist

[omitting.livejournal.com]

Here, or the table. Whatever you think would be easiest.

[and it's then that she remembers her paints, so she goes to move them somewhere where they won't be in the way.]

I can never comprehend how your internal clocks work :/

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[he'll set them on the table then.]

i broke mine. it knows no limits. now brb advil before i die.

[omitting.livejournal.com]

[and once she's cleared the table, she makes work of bringing the pasta and the sauce over.]

explains why most people here gets headaches.

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[grabs his coat from the counter, waiting for her to finish up]