one correct philosphy.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[sitting atop the kitchen counter, just listening and singing along as he waits for that cake to finish baking. that vanilla aroma might be going throughout the room.]

How do you feel, that is the question.
But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer.
When something like a soul becomes initialized,
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes,
You can't expect a bit of hope.
So while you're outside looking in, describing what you see,
Remember what you're staring at is me...

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[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he's messing with the bandages still there, kicking his feet before noticing he's listening.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[just says nothing, innocently sipping his drink]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[glances back at him.]

... hungry?

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, if you're makin' cake.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[hopping down and going over to the oven, he bends down to look if it's done yet.]

Should be done in a few minutes.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Mh, great.

[kicks his legs absently]

Enjoying your time?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he glances back, straightening with a smile.]

Yeah, pretty much.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

You look nice when you smile. Do it more often.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[can't help but blush a little.]

Yeah, I think I will.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Good.

[sipsipsip]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

You look better with a smile too.

[points out.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow raises]

Suuure.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[frown, goes over to him.]

You do. Not as threatening.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

You're makin' my nonexistent heart go all aflutter, baby.

[purrs it with a grin]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[blushes, but gestures towards him.]

See. You look great like that.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

You're sweet.

[rolls his eyes, downing the rest of the pop]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, going to get the cake out of the oven.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[watches intently, silent]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he's taking the cake out carefully, humming a little and searching for the icing so he can put it on when it's cooled.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[juuust watches]

What are the odds of you frosting that with chocolate.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

... 100%.

[picks up the chocolate icing with a little blush.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

...Sweet.

[waitsss]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[soon it's all iced and he's licking the frosting off of his fingers.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Don't do that, or I'll want you bent over the countertop.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[... stiffens and quickly grabs a paper towel.]