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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]

*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.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[ohright, resonatingbeat? he reaches forward and hooks his pinky around her] Food.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*wrong redhead, but close. And she leans in, smiling*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[hesitates for just a moment, but kisses her lightly anyway]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*kisses back* We should eat before it gets cold.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[lingers near her, nosing at her with his eyes closed] ...yeah.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*leads him to the dining room*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[and when eating occurs he's kind of slow and distracted and anorexic about it in that it involves a lot of poking the food and not a whole hell of a lot of eating.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *puts down her silverware halfway through her meal*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[it's nothing against your food, Ana. he's just... yeah. pokes a piece of ...chicken, was it? carefully with his fork and chews on it thoughtfully, not even realizing that she's stopped eating]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?