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[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

Someone feed me.

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[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

Like food.

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

...cake. Make me some cake.

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

Definitely.

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

[frown.]

Do I have to?

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

I guess.

[takes it, still looking skeptical.]

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

[opens the fridge, and aha! there's the butter. the flour is harder to get to, hidden as it is in one of the higher cabinets, so Roxas climbs up onto the counter to get it.]

[fadedcharcoal.livejournal.com]

[head tilt.]

Say please.

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

...please.

[fadedcharcoal.livejournal.com]

[smiles.]

Anything in particular you'd like?

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

Uh, something with sugar in it.

[fadedcharcoal.livejournal.com]

Well... ah! Would sugar cookies work?

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

Are they going to have frosting?

[fadedcharcoal.livejournal.com]

Maybe, maybe~.

[that's a bonafide yes.]

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

They better.

[fadedcharcoal.livejournal.com]

[quirks her eyebrows.]

You know, I don't have to give you any.

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

W-what?!

[fadedcharcoal.livejournal.com]

[smile smile. tilts her head and looks somewhat apologetic, kind of like a teacher scolding a pupil.]

The way you said that was very aggressive. You could've worded it better as 'I'd like them to have frosting' or a variation of that. Saying the right thing in the wrong tone can make you end up being killed.

I don't want you to end up like that, so please.

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

Uh... okay.

[seriously creeped out by the seriously creepy Namine.]

[fadedcharcoal.livejournal.com]

[hey hey she knows some roxai like killing roxai. the weapons do not make her creepy.]

... So I guess you want frosting, then.

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

...You need someone to do that?