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[icyfeisty]

Mitsuru's concentration has flickered well and truly to perfecting her pastry art, and she's bent over a tray of pastry in her dorm room with extreme focus. The front door is open wide enough to reveal her hobby through the dorm hallway, and she works quietly while with a number of tools for some time before pushing a floppy, failed experiment of

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[greekreaper]

Pooooooooooooooking his head inside.

He doesn't say anything to disturb her concentration, though.

[icyfeisty]

She continues on working for a while, humming quietly and examining her new experiments before carrying a tray to the fridge. With an accomplished sigh, she turns around and spots his face.

"...Just how long have you been there?"

[greekreaper]

"Oh, not long."

He comes in a makes himself comfortable, sitting on the bed.

[icyfeisty]

Mitsuru starts cleaning up the few ingredients left on the counter- she is a clean, orderly cook, so the chore doesn't take long.

"So, what brings you to my room?"

[poppiesfield]

There's the patter of feet, if you listen carefully, and there's something scratching at the door.

It's a grey kitten, with blue eyes and white ears, and it's looking up curiously at what she's doing.

[icyfeisty]

Mitsuru looks up at the barely audible scratching, expecting to see Chester strutting through the door. This kitten is clearly not him, but awfully adorable in his own right.

"Hello down there." She offers her fist for the kitten to sniff, though it's covered in butter and flour.

[poppiesfield]

The kitten makes a face, before licking a knuckle tentatively and purring.

"Ah, there you are," there's a hand scooping him up, and it belongs to an apologetic Hypnos. "I - ah, I am sorry, did he disturb you?"

[icyfeisty]

"Hm? Oh, no. He just turned up." Mitsuru smiles, refraining from rubbing the kittens soft looking fur. It's quite adorable, and she only looks up to Hypnos after watching the kitten squirm for a moment.

"Is he yours?"

It's okay for me to tag this, right? 8D;

[ghostheadphones]

Akira's wandering through the halls, hands shoved in his pockets, when he catches the smell of something freshly-baked. He blinks, and peeks into Mitsuru's room, smiling.

"Ah. So that's what I smelled."

of course~ tis an open thread!

[icyfeisty]

Mitsuru looks up at the sudden interruption, hands covered in flour and icing and chocolate fondant. She smiles at the familiar face- even if she isn't precisely sure who it is.

"That would be my new pastries baking."

\o/ Huzzah!

[ghostheadphones]

"Ah. Would you like some help?"

He hasn't tried baking in a while... and to be honest, he wouldn't mind some company.

Re: \o/ Huzzah!

[icyfeisty]

"I'm making Eclairs and a few new Danishes tonight. You may help, as long as you help eat what's left over."

Having company is the exact reason Mitsuru's door has been left open. She isn't used to socializing outside of the dorms, or some sort of school.