Dream 002
Warning: None
Effects: Mild irritation? Fffff this is pretty silly and cracky
Privacy: Public
[The interior of cottage sixteen, the kitchen to be precise. There's a bird, a dog and a cat and one Gokudera Hayato, wearing an apron as he swears and bustles around the kitchen, stirring a pot of sauce. Spaghetti is sticking up in another pot before he pushes it further down and Uri, bored with all this yowls and hisses, meandering back and forth with an annoyed expression.
"You know," Gokudera says as he tastes the sauce, adding more oregano, "Life really would be much simpler if you either stayed in your box or were a leopard the whole time."
Uri ignores his master and instead goes back to yowling, Jirou joining in with barks until Gokudera relents, wipes his hands and goes over to the fridge, peeking around for any baseball idiots that might wander in and make comments or laugh. He finds a container of fresh fish and quickly pulls out some, handing it over to the cat and the dog before wiping his hands and getting back to his cooking. From the look on his face, it's obvious that he's annoyed: the sauce will burn pretty soon and the spaghetti is nowhere near ready and--
"Honey! I'm home~!"
It's Yamamoto's voice and naturally the animals go scrambling out the room to greet him. There's a violent hiss as one of the pots boils over.]
[Gokudera wakes up with a mild jerk from where he's sprawled at a table, a magazine on UFOs in front of him.]
Baseball idiot? Tch.
[He shakes himself, shoves his glasses back up his nose and turns the Dreamberry over so the screen is facing the table he's at, only recording the sounds of pages being turned until he scrapes his chair across the floor to put the kettle on. Coffee will help.]
Effects: Mild irritation? Fffff this is pretty silly and cracky
Privacy: Public
[The interior of cottage sixteen, the kitchen to be precise. There's a bird, a dog and a cat and one Gokudera Hayato, wearing an apron as he swears and bustles around the kitchen, stirring a pot of sauce. Spaghetti is sticking up in another pot before he pushes it further down and Uri, bored with all this yowls and hisses, meandering back and forth with an annoyed expression.
"You know," Gokudera says as he tastes the sauce, adding more oregano, "Life really would be much simpler if you either stayed in your box or were a leopard the whole time."
Uri ignores his master and instead goes back to yowling, Jirou joining in with barks until Gokudera relents, wipes his hands and goes over to the fridge, peeking around for any baseball idiots that might wander in and make comments or laugh. He finds a container of fresh fish and quickly pulls out some, handing it over to the cat and the dog before wiping his hands and getting back to his cooking. From the look on his face, it's obvious that he's annoyed: the sauce will burn pretty soon and the spaghetti is nowhere near ready and--
"Honey! I'm home~!"
It's Yamamoto's voice and naturally the animals go scrambling out the room to greet him. There's a violent hiss as one of the pots boils over.]
[Gokudera wakes up with a mild jerk from where he's sprawled at a table, a magazine on UFOs in front of him.]
Baseball idiot? Tch.
[He shakes himself, shoves his glasses back up his nose and turns the Dreamberry over so the screen is facing the table he's at, only recording the sounds of pages being turned until he scrapes his chair across the floor to put the kettle on. Coffee will help.]