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]

I can say the same, you know.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She laughs at that.]

This doesn't sound so temporary anymore, Matthew.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He peers up at her from through messy bangs. Bedhead. Heh.]

Does it need to be?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She sits up and considers the question for a moment. Then she gives him a smile.]

I don't have a problem with it being permanent if you don't.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[And he flops back onto the bed also, pausing and looking at the ceiling with an odd smile.]

Then I don't see any problems.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... pshft. She rolls over and hovers over him, raising an eyebrow.]

Great! Then we're stuck together. If you're against it, speak now or forever hold your peace-- 'cause well, I actually have just one complaint.

My new permanent partner didn't get us breakfast, did he?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[An arched eyebrow.]

I said I wouldn't leave, didn't I?

Might as well get breakfast together, in that case, wouldn't you say?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[Was that it? She laughs and gives him a smile, a genuinely happy one, despite her teasing.]

Nice save. How sappy, Matthew.

[Then she moves off the bed, taking his hands and tugging him up to stand along with her.]

Then let's go. We have things to do today~

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Pulled up--well, he pushes him up as well, standing easily.]

Right, right. We have things to do every day. But lead the way.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

We actually have productive things to do today, I meant.

[She sticks her tongue out at him and opens up the window.]

I'd lead if I knew where we were going. What're we eating anyway?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

I have no idea. You're the expert on breakfast, aren't you? Pick something.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

I actually have a sweet tooth at the moment!

[. . .]

Can we make something, do you think?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Cheekily--]

So long as it isn't eggs.

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Yeah well, you're doing something this time too.

[And so she heads out the window.]

One of your apartments! Shirayuki would be upset if I messed up the kitchen.

[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?