Ban rolls his eyes and starts to cook orders that come through.
"Why thank you." he smiles, kissing their cheek
Efflore continues moving about, giving orders and delivering finished meals
Quinn hums, tail flitting happily
"whens the rush end?"
"alright...whaddya wanna do?"
He pauses, taking a second to breath before responding, "Well currently we're not getting new orders, just making sure everyone has their food. So pretty much after that" He grins
He smiles, "Well that's a second question. Do you want the teasing answer or my actual one?"
"Nice..."
"both." he says with a smirk
Efflore smiles and gets back to delivering
Quinn smiles, "Answer 1, you." He says, poking their cheek, "Answer 2, maybe lunch?"
Ban starts to tidy up the kitchen a bit, frowning at the mess.
"I..uh...ok. Lunch sounds good. What are ya thinking to eat?"
After a few minutes efflore comes back and stretches, "Alright, all clear"
Ban rolls his eyes and starts to cook orders that come through.
"Why thank you." he smiles, kissing their cheek
Efflore continues moving about, giving orders and delivering finished meals
Quinn hums, tail flitting happily
"whens the rush end?"
"alright...whaddya wanna do?"
He pauses, taking a second to breath before responding, "Well currently we're not getting new orders, just making sure everyone has their food. So pretty much after that" He grins
He smiles, "Well that's a second question. Do you want the teasing answer or my actual one?"
"Nice..."
"both." he says with a smirk
Efflore smiles and gets back to delivering
Quinn smiles, "Answer 1, you." He says, poking their cheek, "Answer 2, maybe lunch?"
Ban starts to tidy up the kitchen a bit, frowning at the mess.
"I..uh...ok. Lunch sounds good. What are ya thinking to eat?"
After a few minutes efflore comes back and stretches, "Alright, all clear"
"Hmmm, oooo I like eggs!" He grins
The kitchen is spotless. ban is wiping his hands on a rag. "Oh good."
"I can cook some up here."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"better now that your here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
After a few minutes efflore comes back and stretches, "Alright, all clear"
"Hmmm, oooo I like eggs!" He grins
He chuckles. “You’re real nice.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The kitchen is spotless. ban is wiping his hands on a rag. "Oh good."
"I can cook some up here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I try to be."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a plaintive meow at the door.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well you succeed.” He hugs Nick.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick smiles happily, hugging them back tightly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*btw i just realized i still don’t know what your pfp is*
“Hey, I’m almost done with these. Do you want to try them?” Mauric gestures to the crepes.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*just something I pulled offline. he was the basis for Nicks character :D *
"sure! I'd love to!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*cool*
“Okay.” He returns to the pan, and is soon done. “Would you like any seasonings or condiments?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Uhm...just whatever you think is best for it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric takes out some blackberries and honey, drizzles the crepes and gently sets the pan in front of Nick.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"O-oh. t-thank you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I hope they’re alright.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick takes a bite and closes his eyes, face full of bliss.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It’s quite good. The flavors complement each other well.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Oh gods this is good."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Really? You’re too nice.” Mauric grins nonetheless.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.