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[dawnrise]

[ Riku's in a different kitchen than usual tonight -- one that doesn't get as much traffic as the main one -- standing at the counter and leaning over a cookbook. She seems rather out of her element. Her hair's tied back in a ponytail and she's wearing an apron, for one thing. Said apron is also splattered with cake batter, and one side of her face is smudged with it. Whatever the batter was made for is nowhere in sight, having been thrown into the garbage; a fitting end for such a disaster.

There is, however, a number of bowls soaking in the sink, and a mixer that's waiting to be cleaned.

... Maybe she should just find someone to help. ]

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[drugup.livejournal.com]

{ Kairi swings in with a new set of crutches, watching as Riku... attempts to bake. She plops herself down on a seat nearby the counter, head titled in curiosity. }

Whatcha bakin'?

[dawnrise]

A mess.

[well, it's the truth. she looks up and zeroes in on the crutches, brow furrowing.]

Hey.

[drugup.livejournal.com]

{ She takes off her backpack filled with things and sets it on her lap, laughing a bit at Riku's reply, waving. } Sure looks like it, but it can't be that bad. A cake, maybe?

[dawnrise]

That's the idea.

[brushes her hair back, which smears the batter on her face even further, and makes her send a disgusted look toward her hand.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

...Well then.

['sup Riku. Hope you don't mind Ienzo popping his head in.]

[dawnrise]

[well, it's not like she has much of a choice. she looks up, expression resigned.]

What?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

What exactly are you trying to do?

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He was actually looking for more cookbooks for Namine, figuring maybe the other kitchens would have different selections, but just stops when he sees the state of the kitchen.]

.... are you cooking or having a fight with the mixer?

[dawnrise]

[hey Roxas, you're getting a mild glare. it's not just the comment; she's automatically suspicious of Roxae.]

Trying to cook.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Female Rikus glaring at him? Nothing new.]

Trying is a keyword, apparently.

[Just smirks and walks the rest of the way in, looking in a cabinet above the sink to check for cookbooks.]

[thedawnbefore.livejournal.com]

[omg wat.

f-facepalms from the doorway.]

[dawnrise]

[barely notices her at first, glancing her way-- and then immediately ducking her head down.]

[thedawnbefore.livejournal.com]

...so...what are you making?

[Already working on cleaning up half the mess]

[before]

[....There's a snicker from the doorway~.]

[dawnrise]

[really now. then she's already glaring when she looks up.]

[before]

[But there's no one there!]

[seasides]

...Riku?

[p-pfffft.]

[dawnrise]

[sfdlkjg looks up.]

Yeah?

[seasides]

Didn't take you for the baking type.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*was coming in for a snack and freezes when he sees the mess*

... this isn't my fault.

[dawnrise]

[oh god, the mess is worse than she thought!]

...no, it's not.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Good. Because it looks like the time I blew up a microwave.

... well, one of the times anyway.

*edges around to the fridge*

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*(s)he's wearing a big, fluffy yellow robe and slippers and shuffling in, looking at all of that batter and blinking at it all*

[dawnrise]

[don't worry, she intends to clean it. she's just distracted reading the book and trying to figure out what she did wrong.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*well this mama comes right on in, stepping around mounds of batter for the cabinet*

... mixer on too high?