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[ In the main room there is a Riku. She's resting her head on the table, using her arms as a makeshift pillow, and showing off a bare back to anyone who walks by. It's pale as the rest of her, and covered in a number of scars; cuts and wide slashes, long burns from some kind of energy, from her shoulder blades to her hips. Not very pretty... From the front she's wearing torn jeans and a normal t-shirt, but it's more or less backless, and no matter how many times she pushes her hair back it keeps falling over her shoulders. ]

This is not my week.

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[Is it milk? He needs some of that.]

[It is in fact milk! Good guess.]

[Grabs a measuring cup and slides it down the counter to her.]

Hey, do you think you can pour some into that for me?

[Stops it before it goes too far, raising an eyebrow.]

How much?

[Glances back at the recipe.]

Half a cup.

[Measures out a half a cup of milk, then pushes it back over to him.]

Here.

Thanks.

[Grabs that and dumps it in.]

[Siiiips her milk.]

[Okay, pouring the batter into a muffin pan now.]

[Last muffin she had involved insects. Riku's just watching.]

[Definitely no insects in these! Once finished pouring, he'll go preheat the oven and start cleaning up a bit, shooting a glance in Riku's direction.]

This probably looks weird, huh.

[The whole, Roxas cooking thing.]

[... Nods at him, leaning against the counter.]

Yeah.

It's weird to me to think there are Roxaes that don't cook a lot. Though I guess none of them had moms, or stupid girls chasing them down, or nothing better to do when their best friend's on a date.

[Shakes her head.]

Pretty sure most of them are like the one from my world. Nobodies.

What, nobodies don't have to eat?

Just because you eat doesn't mean you cook.

Yeah, but he was XIII, right? If he's the lowest, who else would cook?

She.

[Pointed look.]

And ninety percent of her time was spent being used as a weapon.

Oh right. of course.

[Lets out a kind of bitter snort at the latter.]

I guess we're all more similar that we know.

[Sets down her glass of milk, eying him in silence.]

[Glances up at her at that, before the oven signals it's hot enough and he walks over to slip the pans into it.]

[She's not saying anything...]

[She just likes staring at him, huh.]

[Oh, totally. It's not like she has anything better to do.]

[Hops back up onto the counter and kicks his feet a bit.]

So. How's Red doing?