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]

[He follows out the window quickly, taking once again to the rooftops.]

Yes, alright. What exactly are we making, again? Something sweet...?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yet satisfying!

[She follows after. Hmmm!]

Oh! How about dango? Let's make dango!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Dango...

[Racking his mind for details--oh.]

That stuff Naoya likes. What is it, exactly?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Well...

They're like these squishy chewy ball things! Aaaallll skewered on one stick. Like a shishkabob! But not quite so fruity.

[She's making hand gestures if it helps any--]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...Not at all.]

I somehow don't think I'll get to know what you mean until we make them. You know what ingredients we'll need, I assume?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yep! I got the chance to watch some people make 'em before.

[She pauses on the rooftop they're on.]

Think we can temporarily split so you're not stuck looking like you just woke up and I'll get the ingredients?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[A laugh.]

I think so. Meet you in the apartment closest to the market.

[A cheeky salute and he's gone, off to get cleaned up.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Then not too long after, she's letting herself in, humming another nonsensical tune. ... or well, there's a few lyrics added in here and there-]

Dango dango~ Dango~ Daaaaango~

[When she gets to putting down all the ingredients, she huffs.]

... I'm hungry.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He steps into the kitchen then, shaking his head.]

Hence why we're making food, right? Problem solved.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Well, it would be if the food was ready. Let's hurry and get this done. Labor should never come before the meal.

[Whiiiiine.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Labor is generally what comes before every meal.

But you're the expert; how do we start?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yes, but it's not like I'm the one doing the laboring.

But well, boiling the water is normally the first step.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He hops up onto the counter and sits there, amused.]

Go ahead. I won't stop you.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[what no. She crosses her arms with a huff.]

Oh, I know you won't. You'll be too busy helping me out. Up and at 'em, Matthew!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He just leans back, grinning at her.]

Surely you can boil a pot of water by yourself?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Simple jobs reserved for the guy from medieval times~

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Simple jobs reserved for the one here who can't cook!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[ASD;LKFKJADF]

You suck!

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Smiiiiile.]

The water isn't boiling yet, is it?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[: T]

I'm not cooking for you!

[again- NO ONE REMIND HER]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...]

Fine, fine! Let's do it together.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

... what, boiling water?

[... she laughs.]

That's kind of pathetic.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

No. Cooking dango.

You're still the one boiling the water.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

No way, you are.

[She sticks her tongue out at him before grinning.]

It's more efficient. I know the next step. Just swallow your pride and put the stove on, Matthew. It's your kitchen.

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[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[... :T

Why is that logical.]