he hasn't known lup for very long at all, but he can at least understand that what he's hearing is actually something real and something to be taken seriously. for a moment, he settles for looking at her blankly like he's trying to process it, followed by a moment where that same expression flickers to something a little unsettled and sympathetic. it's hard to say exactly what he might be thinking about that, but after some time where he weighs on his words he begins to talk.]
...guess you're right. That is worth it. Everybody deserves a second chance to be able to live and be themselves. [...] I'm glad you got yours.
[ she's already gearing up for some sort of pep talk, because sora seems like the sort of kid to give a long speech about how life is worth living and friendship is magic and all that, and like, she doesn't disagree, but. it's practically required for her to make a gagging face when someone does it to her.
she doesn't, this time, because it's simple as it is. ]
Yeah, me too. [ and she reaches up to pull her hair down from the ponytail. he doesn't need to know the rest, she thinks. ] Anyway, no bummers. You hungry?
[well. yeah that's true, but no need to pull out the big guns right now. for some reason it's simple today and he nods in agreement to something that isn't quite said.
instead though, he considers the question and also gives her another smile. no bummers.]
Yeah. [the answer's always going to be yes, he's a growing teenage boy.] The kitchen has a lot of supplies. I've been trying to practice some of the recipes I've learned but some of them take a really long time.
Not if you know what you're doing, which I do. The hardest part is feeding it through the machine, honestly. And it tastes loads better than store bought.
What kind of sauce do you want? I can make a mean alfredo. Or we could do spaghetti.
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Yeah? At what?
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Living. [ she says, a little more seriously. ]
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he hasn't known lup for very long at all, but he can at least understand that what he's hearing is actually something real and something to be taken seriously. for a moment, he settles for looking at her blankly like he's trying to process it, followed by a moment where that same expression flickers to something a little unsettled and sympathetic. it's hard to say exactly what he might be thinking about that, but after some time where he weighs on his words he begins to talk.]
...guess you're right. That is worth it. Everybody deserves a second chance to be able to live and be themselves. [...] I'm glad you got yours.
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she doesn't, this time, because it's simple as it is. ]
Yeah, me too. [ and she reaches up to pull her hair down from the ponytail. he doesn't need to know the rest, she thinks. ] Anyway, no bummers. You hungry?
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instead though, he considers the question and also gives her another smile. no bummers.]
Yeah. [the answer's always going to be yes, he's a growing teenage boy.] The kitchen has a lot of supplies. I've been trying to practice some of the recipes I've learned but some of them take a really long time.
[feed him.]
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That's how cooking should be. None of this microwave dinner bullshit, I'm gonna teach you right. Ever made pasta from scratch before?
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Nope. A lot of what I've learned is a little fancy, I guess. But pasta sounds okay. Is it hard to make from scratch?
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What kind of sauce do you want? I can make a mean alfredo. Or we could do spaghetti.
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Come on. [ and she leads the way off to the kitchen! ]