❝ they say we're flying too high; get used to looking up. ❞

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[ Kairi, in the DR's kitchen, is just cleaning up after a crayon-y mess one of the younger kids left on the table. Most of the kitchen itself is spotless, even if Kairi looks like a complete mess--hair in a high, messy ponytail, in a pastel-green sweatshirt and jeans that look like paint has splattered all over them--she's barefoot, to boot. She wipes her forehead and huffs out, content to see the place is all clean. ]

I wonder how many kitchens there are here...

[ ding! she's distracted by the cookies in the oven. mmm. that scent must be spreading all over the place. fresh cookies and a clean kitchen--what more can you want? putting them out to cool, she wonders again, aloud: ]

I guess it'd be greedy if I kept all of these to myself.

[ ooc: what. you don't know who i am. who am i. you don't know. /runs off and hides. ]

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Yeah, I guess so. But where should I have it?

[lollied.livejournal.com]

Well... rooms pop up around here every day. Maybe you can find a cool one for your party.

[preflame]

[Gasp!]

You're right! Good idea!

[Watch him grin like a dork now.]

Will you help me find one? Maybe there's a good one already here!

[lollied.livejournal.com]

[ that cuteness is overwhelmingly contagious. she laughs, handing him his glass of milk. ]

Okay! Finish everything and we'll go on a search.

[preflame]

Right, okay!

[He takes his cookie and swallows it whole omnoms it.]

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[ you're so cute. she starts pulling the cookies off the foil and into a cookie jar. ]

[preflame]

[He shoots a glance at that jar. From the looks of it, he might plan on stopping by for another one later.]