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immigrantproxy

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Mar 04, 2009 16:21

Oh no!!

::Falling to the ground, Vincent lets out a squeak of pain as a plate of food comes down with him, tipping all over him and landing unceremonially on his head. Why did he even try to cook? Why? Back in the AutoReiv Disposal Unit, they'd always banned him from touching anything food-related but the vending machine-- 'dangerous work', his boss ( Read more... )

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imaginarywife March 4 2009, 03:23:13 UTC

D-Do you need some help, Vincent?

immigrantproxy March 4 2009, 03:25:42 UTC

::Looks up, a strand of pasta falling over one of his eyes::
Oh... Hey, Tsuuma.
I'm... Fine, I guess.

imaginarywife March 4 2009, 03:26:52 UTC

[She tries not to laugh and reaches out to help him up.]

What happened here?

immigrantproxy March 4 2009, 03:30:44 UTC

::Taking her hand, Vincent gets to his feet, conveniently forgetting the plate that had fallen onto him. Dropping to the floor, it makes a loud noise, but doesn't break-- thank heavens::
I, er... Tried to do some cooking.
::Gives a dorky smile, more spaghetti falling over his eye::

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