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[persistor]

●●●●○ THESA

red
@r (27), cloudbank.

CONTACT

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I WAS A: singer.

I'M SKILLED IN: music.

I'M LOOKING FOR: not your business.

ALSO, I'M: voiceless.

Comments

[persistor]

[ She's so tired. ]

Yeah. The recipe calls for it.

[desistor]

[Baking is serious business.]

don't think so. sounds pretty good.

[??? is this helpful.]

[persistor]

[ :| ] Wanna come have a taste?

[desistor]

don't think I should...

[Swords don't get to eat tarts, probably. Don't rub it in.]

I'll stick around, though. celebrate your victory.

[persistor]

[ She'll do whatever she wants, since he's being a giant jerk. ]

How kind of you.

[ And then she goes back to baking, before the next break she gets. She catches his eye, and quickly texts a — ]

You're getting all my bad angles from there. [ He should come closer. ]

[desistor]

[he's being Very Supportive, thank you very much. winningly—]

couldn't if I tried.

[You have no bad angles, Red. C'mon.]

[persistor]

[ There you go Boxer, here's the exasperated smile you were probably looking for. ]

You could have come closer instead of trying to butter me up.

[desistor]

[Nice, he'll take it. There's a joke to be made here re: baking and butter, but he manfully restrains himself for her sake.]

figure you didn't need me underfoot, over there.

[persistor]

[ Wow what a gentleman she's so touched. ]

I don't know if I'd call you "underfoot".

[desistor]

[and they say chivalry is dead, etc.]

what would you call it?

[persistor]

Moral support.

This is getting hard.

[desistor]

you've beaten worse odds.

[She'll be fine, probably.]

[persistor]

That's a lot of faith.

[ The text that she deleted: I was with you. ]

[desistor]

[this was supposed to be a stupid thread, stop making it worse.]

hasn't let me down yet.

[persistor]

[ Why would I. ]

You know, it's your fault if my head gets too big.

[desistor]

never was much of a critic

[besides, all this artsy stuff is her domain, not his. he tries, but. y'know.]

Akira sent me a snapshot. think you missed your calling in Cuisine?

[critic or not, this is definitely a joke.]

[persistor]

I don't think they would have let me pick Poison.

[desistor]

[Don't be morbid, Red.]

probably a good reason for that. maybe don't let anyone see over your shoulder.

[Y'know, at what she's typing.]

[persistor]

I'm sure it's fine.

[ Obviously anyone can see that she's just talking about how bad she is at cooking!!! ]

[desistor]

the tart, you mean?

[He knows what she means.]

one way to find out.

[persistor]

Boxer.

[ This is the most useless conversation they've had in a while but she can't stop engaging him apparently. ]

[desistor]

[stop boomeranging me.]

Red?

[persistor]

[ Nah. ]

I bet you could have come this way at least 20 times, by this point.

[desistor]

[Yeah but then this wouldn't be an easy inbox thread anymore, did you ever think about that, Red.

But fine, there's only so long he'll be difficult. He ducks his head to hide his grin, but obligingly pockets his phone after that. Assuming Akira's otherwise occupied by now soas to not heck up you and omo, he finally caves and catches up to her on the floor, sidling past the remains of the competition toward her station. By way of a hello, he reaches up to gently thumb the original offending swipe of flour away from her cheek.]

There. [Without the disguise of text he sounds way too pleased with all this, really.] Better?

[persistor]

[ That's ic/ooc blurring.

If she sees him coming, she makes no indication that she's noticed. Only Red's just as gross as he is, and if he were to look down she'd definitely be grinning right back. Instead she feigns focus elsewhere, cleaning up the area around their ( edible, just barely decent ) tart.

— And repays his extremely generous gesture ( and the accompanying question ) with one of her own. Featuring whipped cream on her fingers, and — now on his cheek. She definitely looks way too smug about this. ]