rl w/sheryl, backdated to S.A.D.

[aburningspirit]

[sheryl demanded a romantic dinner for valentine's day.

what she is getting are burned substances that do not deserve the title food nor edible that no amount of womanly touches could heal.

most romantic night ever.]

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[piercethecharts]

[ she pats him on the shoulder with an "oh, you" sort of face, before disentangling herself and adjusting her shirt, going over to grab her wallet from her purse on the couch and answering the door ]

Ahh, I'm sorry, I was in the middle of a phone call! [ she pays the delivery boy, adding a generous tip, before turning around as the door shuts, pizzas in her arms. She fixes Kamina with a grin that says "Well, I'm perfectly composed, what are you doing looking so flustered?" ]

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

[WOMENNNNNNNNN Y U DO THIS

how you do this is also a viable question. kamina is still staring dumbfounded at the door as if it had somehow opened and closed by itself. it's another second before he registers the delivery boy is long gone and that more importantly, there is pizza to devour.]

Hell, yeah, pizza!

[piercethecharts]

[ she rolls her eyes fondly as she sets the boxes down on the kitchen table ] Haven't you heard a doorbell before?

[aburningspirit.livejournal.com]

'course I have. It's just that I was...ya know. [grabbing plates to keep busy; gosh women]