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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]

... *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?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head again, setting his fork down] I'm sorry, babe, I'm just... I don't know. I can't focus. [gives her a sort of apologetic look]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *closes her eyes* If you want to go, you don't have to stay here and choke down food.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

That's not-- babe. [reaches out and clasps his hand over hers]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I mean it. If you're not feeling well, go rest.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

I-- ... [looks horribly distraught, tightening his grip on her hand]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*smiles very slightly at him* I don't want you getting sick on me.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*hand spasms*