[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?
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. ]
[Your face is ic/ooc blurring. Anyway, it takes approximately half a second to work out what she's up to.]
Red—
[The protest comes on a kneejerk, but he doesn't try to dodge, and he doesn't seem overly surprised by the counterpoint—snorts shortly and reaches up to swipe it away on the back of a hand. (Complete with a slightly regretful little crease in his expression before he finds a rag in her mess to clean his hands on. rip dessert, he misses you.)]
Cute. Guess I earned that one.
[Planned all along, if her hassling him to come closer says anything. He gestures at her table with the rag.]
How about I give you a hand? Better late than never.
[ Thanks for not dodging, Boxer, you've made all short people with extremely tall significant others very happy today. She observes her handiwork with a certain amount of satisfaction before it eventually disappears with the rag — it stayed on his face for a few seconds, that's more than enough.
But he's not entirely forgiven for rejecting her ( maybe not very noble, not anymore ) offers of get over here just yet ( yes he is ). Which means she swallows down a chuckle to echo with his commentary, but instead she shoots him a look as she stacks the bowls within her reach.
... Then she tilts her head towards the counters. Better late than never indeed; maybe she'll consider forgiving him if he did help out. Chop chop. ]
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You could have come closer instead of trying to butter me up.
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figure you didn't need me underfoot, over there.
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I don't know if I'd call you "underfoot".
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what would you call it?
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This is getting hard.
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[She'll be fine, probably.]
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[ The text that she deleted: I was with you. ]
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hasn't let me down yet.
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You know, it's your fault if my head gets too big.
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[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.]
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probably a good reason for that. maybe don't let anyone see over your shoulder.
[Y'know, at what she's typing.]
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[ Obviously anyone can see that she's just talking about how bad she is at cooking!!! ]
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[He knows what she means.]
one way to find out.
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[ This is the most useless conversation they've had in a while but she can't stop engaging him apparently. ]
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Red?
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I bet you could have come this way at least 20 times, by this point.
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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?
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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. ]
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Red—
[The protest comes on a kneejerk, but he doesn't try to dodge, and he doesn't seem overly surprised by the counterpoint—snorts shortly and reaches up to swipe it away on the back of a hand. (Complete with a slightly regretful little crease in his expression before he finds a rag in her mess to clean his hands on. rip dessert, he misses you.)]
Cute. Guess I earned that one.
[Planned all along, if her hassling him to come closer says anything. He gestures at her table with the rag.]
How about I give you a hand? Better late than never.
[Clearing it up. It'll go faster with two.]
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But he's not entirely forgiven for rejecting her ( maybe not very noble, not anymore ) offers of get over here just yet ( yes he is ). Which means she swallows down a chuckle to echo with his commentary, but instead she shoots him a look as she stacks the bowls within her reach.
... Then she tilts her head towards the counters. Better late than never indeed; maybe she'll consider forgiving him if he did help out. Chop chop. ]