[ Ah, those moods did hit him quite often in the last month, somehow coinciding with their, uh, feeling each other up and coming undone. Probably why he never realized it was the lemons all along, the need to kiss him paramount in his mind, throwing everything else to the side, including boiling lemon marinade that turned into a black mess. Shouto discreetly helped the tar along, upping the heat until it turned to ash to avoid a scrubbing session. Too bad for him, he forgot about the handle, which caught on fire and now all their pots and pans have metal handles, if Allen asked why he made the sudden purchase that cost him a pretty penny, he'd answer with 'oven-safe' and never speak of his burning man hour that made a unique piece of twisted metal art he threw in the trash.
A discussion for another time. At the moment, he's having a hard time keeping up with this one. Feeling a little lost by that explanation, he grows quiet, trying to make sense of it on his own. A lot of good. He can understand that but it wasn't like the good here was all that different from the good in his world.
Thankfully for Allen, the alarm on his omini rings, announcing the steep complete. Tea's ready! Instead of asking his line of questioning, Shouto picks up two cups and warms them in his hand, and pours the tea. ]
You can have your lemon cakes now.
[ He tells Allen, pouring him a cup of Earl Grey, and setting it on the small table where two platters of lemons cakes, a dozen each, sat perfectly for the taking. ]
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A discussion for another time. At the moment, he's having a hard time keeping up with this one. Feeling a little lost by that explanation, he grows quiet, trying to make sense of it on his own. A lot of good. He can understand that but it wasn't like the good here was all that different from the good in his world.
Thankfully for Allen, the alarm on his omini rings, announcing the steep complete. Tea's ready! Instead of asking his line of questioning, Shouto picks up two cups and warms them in his hand, and pours the tea. ]
You can have your lemon cakes now.
[ He tells Allen, pouring him a cup of Earl Grey, and setting it on the small table where two platters of lemons cakes, a dozen each, sat perfectly for the taking. ]