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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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[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]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *just puts the glasses down*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

... [tilts his head, frowning slightly.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... anything else in the fridge?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[feels kind of scolded] I don't... [moves away from her, setting whatever container the food is in down to check] ... I can't read any of it, I haven't memorized your letters yet.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

You don't need to read to know- sparkling grape juice. It'll do.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[still feels like he's in trouble, and removes it from the fridge, offering it to her] ...'kay.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*gets the wine glasses again, since they look just as nice*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[and he promptly zones out watching her]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

C'mon, let's go to the dining room.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

... [looks up and shakes his head, clearing his thoughts] Being awful fancy with this, aren't you? Seriously, what did I forget?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... that the dining room is big, spacious, and the table is great for sex?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[frowns] ... [opens his mouth to say something a few different times, but thinks better of his train of thought] ... Suppose I did forget that.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *turns to him* There's nothing special about this other than wanting to be romantic, okay? Even I want to be romantic sometimes.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[scratches the back of his neck] I didn't mean to make you think I doubted that, I just... Swear I've forgotten something, so I wanted to make sure...

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *cups his face*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he's still kind of extremely disoriented and weirded out, but he leans into the touch] Sorry.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Everything okay?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...I don't know. [shrugs lightly, but smiles at her]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*there's something about this, tickling her memory...* You sure?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[shrugs again] I'm just convinced I've forgotten something. Something's missing. But, I... guess whatever. It's probably something stupid. [glances down] Didn't forget my pants, it's not your birthday... I think we're good.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*seriously, something about this is familiar and not good, but she smiles anyway* C'mon, food.