— we could make magic
(` has already begun to wash all her ingredients that require it, laying them out onto a cutting board and starting her process of cooking— because it requires concentration, detail, and grace, or something like that. she likes the school at least a little bit, so getting kicked out from starting another accidental kitchen fire isn’t exactly on her to-do list. glances up to momentarily meet his gaze, pausing to set the knife down and lean forward towards him ) well I got you here, didn’t I? (` goes back to her meticulous cooking, attention only partially on him, her focus almost completely on not cutting herself ) if I wanted you to be bad, (` she starts with a mutter, still keeping her eyes off of him ) I would have asked you to cook instead. (` an easy smile [or, maybe it was more of a smirk] curves her lips ) or I would have suggested we involve ourselves in other activities. but alas, I didn’t, so, do try and be good for me, hmm?
huh [/ is his succinct response when she makes a very clear point; getting him out of bed without him spending mass amounts of time fixing his attire before leaving was quite a bit of a feat now that he thinks about it again ] you're right [/ he lets out a short laugh, hand unconsciously skittering across the back of his head, matting his hair down even if it wasn't really much of a mess ] well, dunno about that -- [/ try to be a good boy? not in his system, he thinks. or he knows because he's always been adamant about distracting cute girls while they cook -- sitting idly on a chair like a 'good boy' wasn't exactly his forte. he makes up for it however since he's not much of a picky eater; not fussing around over certain ingredients in his plate has always been one of his finer traits, so to speak. he lets her quietly do her work for a few minutes, silently removing small, textile fibers from the sleeves of his black hoodie. a yawn then, and sanha lets slip an over-exaggerated noise of exhaustion, because sitting in one place isn't really doing him any good -- he slides off the stool, simultaneously calling out her name as a forewarning because he doesn't want to scare her as he shuffles up from behind ] soyoungie~ [/ his hands are shoved into his hoodie's pockets and all he does is simply rest his chin on top of her head, tall enough so that there's no strain in his neck to reach up or anything ] how long is it g'na take?











