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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*humming happily the hum of the innocent, hair looped up and pinned with decorative chopsticks as she cooks something, hips swaying to the beat in her head* Mm... shit, this smells good.

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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[blinks, carefully removing the chicken from aforementioned spearing object, chewing thoughtfully] ...'s good. I envy the fact that you can cook without killing people. [frowns]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Doesn't need anything, like more sauce? *wiggles the bottle at him*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[swallows] ...could use some, sure.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*nibbles on a piece, then adds a bit more sauce*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[aaaand promptly zones out watching her cook]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*finishes up, doling out portions*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he's frowning rather epically at one of the burners on the stove, as if it has done something terrible. it's not even the one she was cooking on.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*doesn't notice at first, just finishes with the chicken and rice* Luke! Hey!

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[stiiiill glaring. you might wanna chuck something at his head, love.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Luke!

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[starts, turning to stare at her, wide-eyed] I-- what?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Food's done. Everything okay?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[stares at her quizzically, glances about the kitchen, notes the food, remembers, shakes his head.] Yeah. Everything's... fine.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

You're really spacey.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

I... yeah. Is it your birthday or something? I feel like I've forgotten something really important. [scratches the back of his head sheepishly]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I don't even know if I told you my birthday. No, I just... wanted to be romantic.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, frowning for another moment before offering a somewhat halting smile] ...You're kind of silly. [that doesn't stop him from slipping his arms around her waist and kissing her forehead, though.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*leans into him*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he's still distracted. but he reaches around her to grab one of the plates/bowls/whatevers of food, grinning]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*shifts a little, reaching for the wine glasses*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[wine glasses? Luke raises an eyebrow] ...are you sure I didn't miss something important?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Absolutely certain. This wine is good, but not that good.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...I don't drink, babe. You know that. [still eying those glasses. and looking a little distant.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*looks a little upset, mostly remembering a certain tequila incident* ... it's for taste and atmosphere.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he remembers that too, and that's why he doesn't usually drink.] ... [kisses her temple absently]