[He lets out a small whine and gives her something close to puppy eyes. This is his new toy, Claire, don't take him away from it right after giving it to him okay sheesh rude.]
It is Disneyland. The Disney closet.
[And as if to be both a smartass and the worst joke ever, he pulls out a minnie mouse tank top and hands it to her before gathering up the clothes he's gotten and going to change in the bathroom.
A small sigh of relief to be in something new and clean. It can do wonders for a man, really. He reemerges fresh and happy, hands snuggled comfortably in the pockets of his hoodie and heads towards the door. Okay, so this isn't the worst place he could imagine ever. Monster dogs and random bullshit shenanigans aside.]
What're you cooking?
[Really, the difference in mood is amazing when you're not under threat of death, you're hungry, someone is being nice to you, and you have a magical fucking closet.]
[She takes the Minnie Mouse tank top with a roll of her eyes, but can't stop smiling as long as he's excited over this. It puts her in a good mood to see him smiling, and so she's abandoned the hoodie she just put on and is wearing the ridiculous Disney shirt he pulled out for her when he comes out.
Eyebrows arch when he emerges, and she wastes no time in grabbing hold of his hand to drag him out of the room along after her.]
What do you like? Pick anything, and I should be able to figure out how to make it.
[The second they're out in the hall and on their way, she drops hold of his hand and leads the way downstairs at a marching pace.]
[This is said with as much offense as she can muster, given that she's in a good mood. He's in for a treat, if he thinks she's just going to pull things out of a cabinet or something.]
You can even help. It's not like you can destroy waffles and pancakes that much. Not with me there to teach you.
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Date: 2013-08-11 09:44 pm (UTC)It is Disneyland. The Disney closet.
[And as if to be both a smartass and the worst joke ever, he pulls out a minnie mouse tank top and hands it to her before gathering up the clothes he's gotten and going to change in the bathroom.
A small sigh of relief to be in something new and clean. It can do wonders for a man, really. He reemerges fresh and happy, hands snuggled comfortably in the pockets of his hoodie and heads towards the door. Okay, so this isn't the worst place he could imagine ever. Monster dogs and random bullshit shenanigans aside.]
What're you cooking?
[Really, the difference in mood is amazing when you're not under threat of death, you're hungry, someone is being nice to you, and you have a magical fucking closet.]
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Date: 2013-08-13 10:34 pm (UTC)Eyebrows arch when he emerges, and she wastes no time in grabbing hold of his hand to drag him out of the room along after her.]
What do you like? Pick anything, and I should be able to figure out how to make it.
[The second they're out in the hall and on their way, she drops hold of his hand and leads the way downstairs at a marching pace.]
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Date: 2013-08-14 10:46 pm (UTC)Bacon. And pancakes? Waffles maybe? I'm starving..
[Let's play a game called keep up with the over excited hungry guy. Ready go!]
Are you really going to cook or just ask the magic table and take credit for it?
[Because that is exactly what he'd do..]
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Date: 2013-08-15 11:10 pm (UTC)[This is said with as much offense as she can muster, given that she's in a good mood. He's in for a treat, if he thinks she's just going to pull things out of a cabinet or something.]
You can even help. It's not like you can destroy waffles and pancakes that much. Not with me there to teach you.