OOC/IC ● VOICEMAIL

[straying]

Well, looks like you've reached the voicemail of Saya Minatsuki, which means I'm kinda busy. Sorry about that. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP!

[a bit of a laugh followed by a click!]

[ooc: You know the drill, don't you? :D Leave a message for either Saya or me (the mun) here~ Just mark it as IC or OOC to avoid any confusion~]

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[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[aslknlda dough. He steps away, flailing slightly. And in the process, oh so accidentally smearing dough all over Saya's cheek.]

Messy, isn't it?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[alsjalajaleheksbak eek-

Just wiping her cheek and. Idly flicking her fingers- the excess dough sent in his general direction. You know just. Coupled with her perfect aim.]

Uh-huh!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Ducking!]

You're making a mess, you know!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[PSHFT. She scoffs.]

Don't make it sound like it's just me!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He holds up his hands, giving an innocent grin.]

I've done nothing! Really!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, shaking her head and trying to get some more done.]

Worst lie you've ever told.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He comes closer, then, starting to make some more balls.]

That probably isn't true.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Are you calling me a liar then?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Of course not.

[He's calling himself a liar.]

What are we doing with these, then?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes and gestures to the pot of boiling water.]

In there.

I'm not eating the ones you made, though.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Why not? You don't have to be so picky; it's not like I poisoned them.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

But they're so obloooong. Not appetizing at all!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He picks one up, weighing it in his hand.

And then he chucks it at her.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[akdbaksbsk WHAT EVEN--

CAUGHT]

Don't waste food, Matthew!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He laughs, grabbing the rest and sticking them into the pot.]

What should it matter if you're not going to eat them?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes and follows suit. Hers don't look too shabby. ... Just maybe a bit bigger than the average serving.]

Sorry, did I bruise your sensitive ego by refusing to eat what you prepared?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Of course. I'm absolutely hurt! How dare you insult my cooking.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Ahhh! I'm so sorry, Mister Culinary Genius.

But I do not apologize for my truthful comments on your sculpting skills.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Right, well. We all have to start somewhere with that sort of thing.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She laugh and looks over the pot.]

Well, it's okay. I'm not much of an artist either.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

So long as they're edible, I doubt it'll matter much how good they look.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Even now I see you don't appreciate the fine art of food.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I appreciate the fine art of eating food.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I beg to differ!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Food is an excellent method of survival! In fact, it's kind of necessary.