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sirenspull_logs2012-01-26 03:10 pm
mirroredmemory) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-01-26 03:10 pm
I ain't the one who's gonna be missing the feast
Who: rainprism, todomarishi, feverpitching and mirroredmemory
When: January 21st, 5:30 onwards
Where: House ofREPRESSION Departure
Summary: Xion drops supplies off at the House of Departure in the middle of the snowstorm and stays for dinner with the boyfriend and his family.
Warnings: Really huge pants.
[At five twenty seven, Xion checks her reflection in the bathroom mirror, then heads to the kitchen to grab the paperbag full of supplies on the table. She calls out her goodbyes to the others, ruffles Xact's head as he brushes against her legs, then after zipping up her coat, she summons up a corridor and is on her way.
At five thirty on on the dot, Xion arrives in the front hall of Ven's house.]
Hello?
rainprism, todomarishi, feverpitching and mirroredmemoryWhen: January 21st, 5:30 onwards
Where: House of
Summary: Xion drops supplies off at the House of Departure in the middle of the snowstorm and stays for dinner with the boyfriend and his family.
Warnings: Really huge pants.
[At five twenty seven, Xion checks her reflection in the bathroom mirror, then heads to the kitchen to grab the paperbag full of supplies on the table. She calls out her goodbyes to the others, ruffles Xact's head as he brushes against her legs, then after zipping up her coat, she summons up a corridor and is on her way.
At five thirty on on the dot, Xion arrives in the front hall of Ven's house.]
Hello?
no subject
[Serving bowl out. Noodles should go in first, obviously...]
Napkins and plates are right there on the counter.
[Sauce is situated neatly, scoop by scoop, on top of the noodles in the center of the bowl.
Ven's growing into quite the little gentleman, isn't he? Her smiling is subdued, secret. Watching Ven's evolution into adulthood has -- thus far -- been a pure pleasure.
The smile is only interrupted when Oro is given a sharp look of disapproval as he crosses the threshold into kitchen territory, but there is no verbal reprimand. No ... no words. Just that look. No meatballs for you, hairball. This is people food. For the guests. Watching you, buddy.
No cooperation from Terra. Noted.]