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| Veran Clacher | Apr 16 2008, 12:13 AM |
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Veran looked up as she burst into the room and watched her as she flung herself around in her typically dramatic way. A faint relieved smile twitched at his lips and he stretched, waiting for her to talk herself out. Though he'd never admit it, he'd been anxious for her to return. He didn't like for her to be gone so much, with so little time in between. "Sorry. If I'd known you would be too busy to eat any, I would have waited for you to get home before making it."He dropped his arms, picking at the stray threads surrounding a hole in his shirt. "By the way, said sobbing telepath nibbled that sandwhich..." He dropped his head onto a shoulder, watching Livia stare at the soapy pot with a devastated expression, calculated to tug Veran's heartstrings. With a long-suffering sigh, he swung himself to his feet, stretching out his stiff joints. "I'll make a new pot, it's close to dinner anyway. The others can suck it up, not like anyone really ate the oatmeal this morning...." He dragged a pot out of the cupboard, filled in half-full with hot water, and set it on the stove burner, flicking the heat on. "You look like you need it anyway." |
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| Free Time · Kitchen | |
10:53 AM Nov 27
