I know it will be

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[what else can someone do to distract themselves in a place like this? Naminé here is in the kitchen, and seems to be working on... ...pizza? Well, all she found were those premade ones. She's at one table covered with flour, busy kneading dough. You need a break from painting once in a while.]

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[rebel-sorceress.livejournal.com]

...Pizza?

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[looks up. s-shy smile, nods.]

[rebel-sorceress.livejournal.com]

Well, they don't have the real, home made deal here. Can I help?

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

Si.

[moves to make her room]

[miniwizard.livejournal.com]

(he's curious)

What're you making?

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[looks at the. is that a younger male her. freezes, hands full with flour]

[pumpkinartist.livejournal.com]

[Namine hasn't seen any doubles of herself yet. So when she wanders into the kitchen she'll just have to stare in shock for a minute.]

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[looks up. small smile]

Hello.

[pumpkinartist.livejournal.com]

H-hello.

[jdhgejg this is so weird. It's like a mirror or something.]

What are you making?

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

Something from home.

...not used to seeing doubles of yourself?

[pumpkinartist.livejournal.com]

Oh. Do you need any help?

No I'm not... It's weird.

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[feels she's being watched and sees him. sorry, she's kind of paranoid. also is he the Riku the Roxas from her world shot.]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

Making something?

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

Pizza. All I've found were ones that are premade, and they're not as good as the ones that are freshly made.

[knead knead knead. her arms are soaked in flour]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

Do you... need help with anything?

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

[And this guy is... sitting in an armchair which happens to be in the kitchen. Was it there before he was? No one knows. Was he there before? That's a better question. One glance said he wasn't there. the next one says he is. Anyway, this guy is there in ratty jeans, a black shirt-shirt... and his trademark thick black leather gloves. Flicking a lighter open and closed while he watches]

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[no offense but. that lighter is. kind of making her nervous. t-trying not to stare at it]

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

[Is is now? Well, protip: This guy is a troll. He'll just keep it up with an idle little smirk]

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[t-trying to ignore. she blames the experiments that makes her jittery.]

[afteralways.livejournal.com]

[Well, let's up the ante a little, or a least change the mood. Add to the irony. He's going to start humming "Amazing Grace" while waving the lighter a little]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Cara..?

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[acknowledges him with a smile.]

Salve.

[...ignore that blotch of flour on her nose.]

[revokes.livejournal.com]

Pizza?

[strega-memoria.livejournal.com]

[nods, still oblivious on that small blemish]

I wanted to do something else apart from painting. Besides, it's been a while since I cooked.