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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[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~ ♪

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[LOLOLOL ILU

La la la a watched pot never boils and all of that--

But then it does start to boil.]

Oh there!

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... why is he adorable he's not supposed to be adorable-

... Snerk. Oh, what could it hurt?]

I wasn't aware spies were supposed to be so [unfairly cuuuute] easily engrossed.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...Blink. Blink.

...


........

He's kind of. At a loss for words there.]

I wasn't easily engrossed. I was paying attention to all sorts of things.

How is the dough coming, anyway?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

It's just about ready if you're all set to lend me a set of hands here

[Messy part! There's a quick glance around for anything that could be used as a weapon of mass deliciousness.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[He wanders over curiously, tilting his head.]

What do we have to do with this?

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

Taaake some of it and make balls about... [she gestures with her fingers] this big!

Then put them in the water you oh-so-kindly boiled.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[Huh.]

Alright.

[And he'll reach for the dough and mess around with it a bit--]

Are you sure it's supposed to be sticky like this?

[Augh all over his fingers--]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[She laughs and start on it herself.]

Pretty sure! Otherwise it won't keep its shape. Or something. I don't think I paid that much attention.

[what is reasoning in cooking]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...It's a dry mutter.]

Let's hope they're edible when we're done, then.

[But then he attempts to form the dough into a ball and ends up with an...oval shaped thing. A pause, and he shrugs, setting it down. Eventually. When it stops sticking.]

[sweeperesque.livejournal.com]

[... she's not going to eat his.

With her doughy ball in one hand, she takes a doughy finger on the other and pokes his cheek.]

Lazy.

[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?