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[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

[Someone... attempted to cook today. The kitchen smells burnt and horrible, and Roxas is scrambling to get that off the stove.]

Shit--shitshitshit. [He manages to dump it into a trash can, but the smell is overwhelming-- and now that pot is boiling over and-- ffffff goes to turn the stove off. and stare at it. Though it's more like a.... glare.]

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[maturely.livejournal.com]

... you idiot.

[he's standing in the doorway, something cradled in his arms. his back is to Roxas'.]

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

[jumps a little, turning around--]

Riku...?

[maturely.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Don't you know you're supposed to watch a pot?

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

... What are you doing.

[maturely.livejournal.com]

... I have a ferret.

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

....

You have a what.

[maturely.livejournal.com]

A ferret.

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

.... Why.

[maturely.livejournal.com]

It wormed into my room.

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[Fanning the smell away and lmaoing at you]

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

... [turning to look at you. And HEY LOOK, Cali was in the corner. And now she's at your feet, Axel, and trying to climb your leg.]

[The kitten knows all. Roxas' eyes go wide.]

A-Axel!

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[Winces a little, fuck those claws are sharp. He picks her up carefully, petting her ears a little]

No shit, Sherlock.

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

[tinykitten purrrrrs and loves on your hand.]

I-- when did you--

[aeoitjeaiotea.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh, well. Have some scritches then, kitty.]

A few weeks ago. Got dropped here from the hotel.

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

[So you were here when...]

... I've been here around a week.

[pockets his hands. Cali purrrrrrs.]

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[... 8|]

Nice place, huh.

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

... tch. [shakes his head.] I miss the Hotel.

[summer_poprocks]

[wrinkles his nose as he wanders in, fanning the air]

Ugh, what died?

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

Everything I've tried to apply heat to.

[crosses his arms. there's a slight veil of smoke in the air as well.]

[summer_poprocks]

[goes over to open the window behind the sink and let some of that smoke out, coughing a bit]

How much heat?

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

Too much?

[glances over at him and... kind of tenses, but forces himself to relax.]

[summer_poprocks]

[doesn't notice the tensing, and goes over to the stone to turn on the vent, which helps suck the smoke up]

Maybe you should uh, stick to the stuff that doesn't need to be heated. Like sandwiches.

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

... Yeah, I think I'll leave the cooking to Riku...

[summer_poprocks]

What were you trying to make?

[stalkedbyhim.livejournal.com]

... Grilled cheese.