( and knowing that albedo knows mona, he nods, now shuffling around the kitchen; cadet irises glancing around for said ingredients. )
you get the water, i’ll get the sugar.
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( she couldn’t help but lower her eyes, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips . she reached for his hand , her fingers intertwining with his )
well .. what are waiting for —
( while he’s at it, the alchemist steals a quick glimpse of the ingredients … better safe than sorry. it’s not as if an incident where she’s read the wrong book hasn’t occurred— so chances refuse to be taken.
luckily, it seems all adequate. )
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( he saunters behind the latter, a hushed hum as he listens in quietude. a small smile tugs at his lips as he realizes the effort was for him, visage easily softened; the gaze that was previously on the ingredients now tearing away to examine her. )
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( as his questioning gaze met hers, a wave of uncertainty swept over her )
i had hoped to surprise you, to show you how much you mean to me .
( she confessed , her voice laced with a hint of disappointment— she looks away , and slowly walks towards the kitchen —
( cerulean gaze falls toward the fidgeting hand, taking a hold of it in a gradual manner— knuckles and fingers that were previously squirming around now accompanied with a gentle kiss atop. )
that sounds fun. we can do that.
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( without allowing the female to answer his barely uttered query, the seat is no longer occupied. he ambles toward mona, gloved fingers placed under his chin. )
blubber profiterole? what for?
( the familiar voice causes the blonde to glance toward the source — pen placed back down on wood, silver lined glasses accompanying with.
his back straightens as she enters, azure optics treading toward the materials closely held. )
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[ @albedofficial ]
( a struggling mona in the kitchen , she was planning to prepare ‘blubber profiterole’ for her beloved boyfriend, albedo . a creamy dessert she was confident he would adore.
but she knew that she would need help, she couldn’t do it alone, especially
( this causes the alchemist to arch a brow; leaning back toward his seat with a slight hint of fret painted accords his countenance. )
… i don’t mind. what are you making? you could’ve asked me earlier. if the rest saw you cooking, i’d get an earful.
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