Standard.
'Geez. . . you don't gotta worry so much about me you know.'
Even her complaints were half hearted as she continued to lean into in, absorbing his warmth with a red face.
This was not at all expecting this bet to go this way. She had expected to deal with Rin constantly taunting her while she attempted to make something that could be possibly pass as food.
Yet hear she was being basically hugged to Rin's chest as he helped her cook to his
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Smirking, he squeezed her hand supportively before guiding her to the stove, showing her next how to stir and keep things from burning. As he did, he began to hum a soft song, holding Lillia close to keep her from getting burned.
'You might be fire resistant, but
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A dumbfounded look crossed her face as he pressed up behind her. It was a lot for her, especially with her lack of any proper clothing. Even as he demonstrated the putting technique she wasn't really paying attention, too distracted at the warmth he was giving off.
'U-Uhm
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'Now I gotta finish cooking, right? H-Hope you don't mind it burnt!'
Quickly she gathered herself reverting back to hee bratty self as she tried to turn back to the counter.
It was hard to believe her face could get any redder but at this point she was matching her hair. She pouted as he wrapped the bandaid around her finger.
'I was paying attention. . . you were distracting me. . .'
Even as she complained she didn't pull her hand away.
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Taking her hand gently, he raised her cut finger to his lips and gently lapped at the cut to disinfect it before leading her over towards a drawer, retrieving a band-aid and slowly wrapping her finger.
'You have to pay attention when you're using a knife.'
He
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A yelp of pain escaped the red head as she managed to knick herself as she angrily chopped up vegetables. She immediately dropped the knife and pouted, looking at the small cut.
As he drifted her hand down her back she immediately stiffened a bunch of garbled high pitched gibberish escaped her lips. She probably would have glared at him if he resting on her head.
'You KNEW I was bad at this when you made this bet! What do you want from m- ow!'
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Stepping up behind her, a hand drifts over her bare back and down to her ass, squeezing warmly as he peeks over her shoulder.
'You are bad at this -'
He mused, leaning over to rest his chip atop her head as he squeezed her backside.
She was practically glowing from just how red her face was as she contemplated wether or not to throw her spatula at him.
'Quit looking so. . . smug!'
She quickly turned around to try and cook but it was quite clear she really didn't know what she was doing.
After loosing a bet Lillia stood in the kitchen in only a frilly apron. She looks ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ annoyed.
'I hope you know that I'm not a good cook so you better not be expecting much!'