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[Oh, he knows that look. Better get talking. He shrugs like it's a casual thing]
Aha, well actually they're for you...or your roommates, whatever. But you know, I do remembering offering to make you something sometime, and you never took me up on it! And soooo, I figured I might as well just take the initiative and make something before I grew old waiting to pay you back!
[She's not sure whether to be flattered or annoyed. It's a pretty common feeling around Zelos. Still, she can't get her conversation with Axel out of her head.
She settles on the peaceful option of being grateful, and gives Zelos a smile in return.]
Well... thanks.
[... She feels so weird all of a sudden. Almost like she's sick to her stomach. She turns back to the kettle, which is now properly boiling, and moves to steep the tea.]
I was about to fix something, but that works too. We can make a meal out of it.
I hope you're at least able to make rice balls by now. [Snark snark. It's easier than dealing with the herd of elephants in the room.] Especially since Cheria said you help with the cooking.
[Rude don't be so mean about someone trying to help! But he'll reach into the cabinet to grab a couple plates, bringing them with the rice balls over to the table. ]
[Except okay, can't help but be sliiightly annoying]
[He'll be lifting his own cup of tea] No, I never said it was my biggest complaint.
But come on- you gotta admit it, the clothes here suck. They're all itchy and bland looking- I swear I got skin rashes my first couple months from wearing them.
[Oh the woes of a rich spoiled kid having to dress poorly]
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Not like that! Jeez, they're fifteen, not five. They're friends from his world, I think.
[She waits for the kettle to heat up. My god, Zelos, you're dumb.]
What's that you're carrying?
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[So okay Axel probably isn't reproducing that's fine--]
[-- And oh. She noticed the container. Uh.]
Oh you know, just some rice balls.
[WHO DOESN"T CARRY RICE BALLS AROUND??]
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... Were you going to offer them for lunch or what?
[Seriously, dude.]
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Aha, well actually they're for you...or your roommates, whatever. But you know, I do remembering offering to make you something sometime, and you never took me up on it! And soooo, I figured I might as well just take the initiative and make something before I grew old waiting to pay you back!
That's all!
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She settles on the peaceful option of being grateful, and gives Zelos a smile in return.]
Well... thanks.
[... She feels so weird all of a sudden. Almost like she's sick to her stomach. She turns back to the kettle, which is now properly boiling, and moves to steep the tea.]
I was about to fix something, but that works too. We can make a meal out of it.
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[He meanwhile feels his own stomach relax a little. Okay, awkwardness aside that wasn't so bad. It's just food right? No big deal.]
Sounds good. And haha, don't worry- I'm pretty sure they're edible.
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[She's pouring the tea currently, loading it up on a tray-- and she has both arms this time so don't you dare try to take it B|]
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[Rude don't be so mean about someone trying to help! But he'll reach into the cabinet to grab a couple plates, bringing them with the rice balls over to the table. ]
[Except okay, can't help but be sliiightly annoying]
Sure you don't need any help with the tray?
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I can handle a tea tray. It's not like I'm Colette or something.
[In fact, she has no trouble setting the tea tray down. Careful, Zelos-- the tea's hot and she could easily throw it at your face.]
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Iiii don't know, you do have your own clumsy streak.
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S-so do you!
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That's your biggest complaint?
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But come on- you gotta admit it, the clothes here suck. They're all itchy and bland looking- I swear I got skin rashes my first couple months from wearing them.
[Oh the woes of a rich spoiled kid having to dress poorly]
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