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[hallowing]

important q


if u were a dnd character


what class would u be



if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.

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[hallowing]

girl im azn i KNOW u didn't just ask me that in earnest

[magija]

I'm not going to make assumptions.

[hallowing]

if it doesn't try to melt my face off i want no part of it!!

[magija]

So you're saying I should double the spice.

[hallowing]

absolutely

but a word to the wise

if it makes me cry you have to marry me

'you are responsible forever for what you have tamed' just putting that out there.

[magija]

Are you so sure about that? I'm considered terrible marriage material.

[hallowing]

dude, i'm pretty sure i have never actually washed a dish in my entire life

i am therefore inarguably worse

[magija]

You're absolutely right then. There's nothing that could be as terrible as that.

[hallowing]

yes

i am the most unmarriageable

where is my crown i feel like i deserve a crown

[magija]

I'd make one for you but you'd never be allowed to take it off.

[hallowing]

can it be one of those burger king ones???

[magija]

Find me any piece of cardboard and I can make it into one.

[hallowing]

i've got like

a sweet tarts box

will that work o crafty one?

[magija]

Works perfect. Did you want your crown-paprikash combo now?

[hallowing]

absolutely

please feed me

i haven't eaten since i got here it's actually kind of sad

well that's not true i had like

gummi worms

and beer???

[magija]

So a healthy diet.

I'll be in the kitchen if you want to meet me there. It'll take about an hour to cook but I can put you up to practicing washing some pots while you wait.

[hallowing]

red, are u tryin' to make an honest man outta me?

[magija]

Of course not. Do I seem that cruel to you?

[hallowing]

cruel enough to make me wash a dish!!

i may never recover, actually

[magija]

I warned you I was trouble.

[hallowing]

u absolutely did.

ok, ok. i'll be down in a bit.

i need to shower and make myself like

somewhat presentable???

[magija]

Yup. Please do. Tuxedo required.

[hallowing]

oh yes ma'am

[magija]

Don't forget the bowtie.

[ not that she's doing much "dressing up" herself, wearing a simple skirt and a cozy sweater.

she'll be already set to work in the kitchen whenever he arrives, having taken the time to peer through the stock of foods and ingredients that the station provides to pull out what she needs, all based on a recipe from memory. there's a process to it, pulling out the chicken and letting it defrost while she works on prepping the rest of it, cutting things like onions, garlic, tomatoes, and pepper.

this isn't at all what she expected to be doing here, but there's something a bit comforting about it, being at the stove, preparing ingredients in the pot to create a little piece of home. it's been a while since she'd made this dish, especially since there hasn't been anyone to cook it for. ]

[hallowing]

（ and so, some time later — freshly laundered enough that it almost seems intentional — he meanders into the kitchen.

no tux, but he clearly made an effort, because someone found the world's worst t-shirt in a pile and is wearing it with a pair of nice slacks that he may or may not have arrived in. he comes into the kitchen with a slouch that seems embedded into his DNA, cutting a couple inches off the height he'd have if he ever deigned to straighten up properly.

but what is less obvious, perhaps, to the casual observer, is the way that there's an energy that seems to almost drip off of him. invisible except to those who know what they're looking for, it's an eldritch thing — gunsmoke and blood trailing in his wake. it's something ancient, bleak and dark and leashed so tightly it's hard to tell the way it settles in the room and stutters between heartbeats, but it's present.

— and entirely at odds with the cheerful smile he gives her as he pretends to roll up cuffed sleeves he absolutely does not have. ）

All right, go on and put me to work. I make no promises about my skill.