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jordumaloy:

"You don’t need to promise me, but you should promise yourself." She gave him a look that was almost a warning, judging look. "Would you have the space for that? What’ve you been doing with this mysterious room you apparently have?"

"I'll try. Plan something for me. Make it worth taking the day off and I'll do it." He said, trying to negotiate with her warning look. "Yes, I could make space for that. It's called my office and a broom closet."

#c: jordu

jordumaloy:

"But you should still take some off once and a while." She drops her hands into her lap with a shrug. "I’m free and on call and it could do you some good."

"I'll try and schedule it in. I can't promise anything though." He wished it were that easy but he couldn't just drop everything to take personal time. "And you're always here. Should I set up a massage room just for you?"

#c: jordu

jordumaloy:

"Then you need to take a different day off. There are managers for this reason. Of course not! That’s what I’m here for." She held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. "I won’t hurt you, I promise."

"I can't just take whatever days off I want. I'm running a business." He eyed her fingers skeptically. "I don't know if I should trust you. You're kind of rough with everything else. You'll probably tear me apart."

#c: jordu

jordumaloy:

"It’s okay, not everyone can be a creative genius like me."Jordu quickly covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing, though the urge quickly disappeared as he snapped. "Wow, you really are stressed. Have you had a day off this week? You might need to day of relaxing or a massage."

"Right, of course. How foolish of me." He immediately felt bad for snapping at his sister and he dropped his voice. "No, not yet. Sunday's my day off but Aleks called in sick and I had to cover him." He laughed, shaking his head. "Oh yeah? And what am I going to do? Close the restaurant and waste money on a massage parlor?"

#c: jordu

jordumaloy:

"So why didn’t you think of it?" She couldn’t help giggling, at least until he started threatening her. She poked her tongue out at him before sitting back down. "You’re in an awfully bad mood today. Maybe you need to relieve some tension."

"Because I'm not as smart as you, obviously." He said, rolling his eyes. He almost always wanted to roll his eyes at her but he had to focus. Faltering, the spoon flicked sauce up onto his face. "No!" He snapped. "That's not it at all. And some of us have important work to do."

#c: jordu

jordumaloy:

"Something French. It’s French cuisine. Like ‘a la saveur’ or something." She let out a loud laugh. “‘Manly and shit’?" she asked, mocking his voice. "You definitely looked like you were going to cry. Pierre!" she called to a chef nearby. "Does Daniel ever make a face where he looks like he’s gonna cry?" The man nodded and Jordu looked back at her brother triumphantly. "See? But don’t worry about it, it’s cute."

"Well that would just be logical." He grumbled. His frown deepened. Why was everyone always on Jordu's side. It wasn't fair. It was his restaurant. "Just because you're French doesn't mean I won't fire you. And you." He turned his attention back to Jordu. "You need to sit your ass down or I'll poison you."

#c: jordu

jordumaloy:

"I would not have suggested that. I woulda been creative, unlike you." Leaning forward, she peered into the pot before giving an approving nod and sitting back. "Nope, that was your sad face. You looked like you were gonna cry."

"Like what then? I'm sure it would've been ridiculous either way." He hummed, knowing that she would like whatever he cooked up. "I don't cry. I just look manly and shit."

#c: jordu #dang it jordu

jordumaloy:

"You coulda let me help." Placing her hands on the stood between her legs, she leaned forward, eyeing the pot closely. "Alright, alright. I’ll stop complaining, don’t make your sad face." Jordu reached forward and poked his cheek, smiling.

"If I did, it would be called Jordu's and be spouting out glitter or something." Tilting the pot forward, he showed her what he was doing as he mixed in some extra milk. His nose scrunched up but he didn't stop her. "It's not my sad face. It's my offended face."

#c: daniel #because it works on him and she gets out of things?#plus incest

jordumaloy:

"Yes, yes, and now it’s got your name on the front, despite how many times I told you it sounded dumb." She couldn’t help rolling her eyes again, watching him prepare her meal closely. She still couldn’t trust him and his overly creative mind. Nutmeg, of all things? Truffle oil? This was why she didn’t trust him with cooking at home. "Try not to go too crazy."

"Yes because I saved for years and years to buy the restaurant of my dreams. What did you think I was going to do, let you name it?" It was time to work on the sauce, throwing things into the pot and watching them melt down. "It's an experiment so you have to deal with it." He grumbled. He was putting his best effort into this meal, she should at least be grateful.

#c: jordu

jordumaloy:

"This was a cafe before you bought it and renovated it," she pointed out, acting smug. Her brother could be protective, but she never let that stop her, giving the waiter a wink as he passed by on his way out into the dining are. "So, what else are you throwing in there?"

"Yes but I bought it and renovated it and it's mine to do as I please with." He huffed loudly, loud enough to make the waiter scurry off. "Cute waiter boy is looking like a good choice." He muttered. "Some cheese, obviously. I was thinking truffle oil as well. Maybe some nutmeg."

#c: jordu #he'll try his hardest

jordumaloy:

Once she rolled her eyes, she continued to watch him skeptically, until that face turned into interested approval. “Lobster, huh? Sounds like you to get all sophisticated about mac and cheese.” She looked around, grabbign the attention of one of the chefs, the one she liked to flirt with. “See that?” she asked, pointing at the pot before pointing at herself. “That’s for me.”

He held his hands up, feeling offended. "This is a restaurant, not a cafe for mac and cheese. You'll eat it and you'll like it." He grumbled, his attention turning to the stove top once more. His eyes narrowed at the waiter who stopped to grin at Jordu. "Keep walking, buddy. You've got food to deliver and other people's sister to flirt with." He said, waving a spoon threateningly in his direction.

#c: jordu

jordumaloy:

Huffing, she sat down in the chair, crossing her arms and watching him like a hawk.

"Shh, I'm working." Even though she wasn't saying anything, he could hear her scrutiny from where he was. The pasta was in the pot, cooking away as he looked at his choices. Certain spices could be thrown in but it needed something extra. He clapped his hands, grinning as he disappeared again. When he returned, he held up the fresh lobster and threw that it in a pot to cook as well.

#c: jordu #he tries his best

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#daniel #cutie

jordumaloy:

"Jackass," she grumbled, crossing her arms as she followed him.

"Butt head." He led the way through the tables and into the kitchen. Pointing to a stool beside the prep stations, he indicated that Jordu should sit while he collected the ingredients he'd need. "Sit."