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~]

Comments

[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.

[1/2]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[... :T

Why is that logical.]

[2/2]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

Fine, fine. This time, I'll do it. Start the next step.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[A laugh and she nods.]

Don't have to tell me twice.

[There's some rummaging around around the bag of ingredients. Go along, thief.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Yes, yes. Pot + water onto stove. He's gotten used to modern appliances over his year spent here, at least?

Doot de doot.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[NOW WITH 150% LESS FAIL. MAYBE.

Give her a moment as she replays the memories of anxiously waiting for her dango to be ready.

At some point she does get around to preparing the dough.

Humming again to fill the silence. ♫]

Dango dango daaaaango~ ♪