RPG: The Week from Hell/Continuing Machias Punishment

*kyabetsu* · 11-23-2002, 12:04 PM

Kya smiled happily as his lips found her hand, but he looked dead on his feet and she wasn't going to have him toppling over out here in the hallway. She reached past him and opening the door to her room, ushered him in.
Kya: Ten suenos dulces, Caballero Tortugado.
She caught his hand and ran her thumb lightly over his knuckles. She gave it a final squeeze before she stepped back into the hallway and shut the door gently behind her.

(((TRANs: Sweet Dreams, Sir Turtle.)))

Raphael looked up at the sound of someone humming. Kya had her headphones on, a ridiculuous grin on her face, and had just swung round the doorframe into the kitchen. He just watched as she threw her carry-all onto the countertop and bobbing to a rhythm he could only just hear, pulled an apron and several hair claws from her bag.

kya: (singing quietly to herself.) ...Listen babe, I got somethin' to say. I got no car and it's breakin' my heart but i found a driver and THAT"S a START... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP YEAAAAH....

Kya threw the apron over her head and tied it as tight as it would go. Dancing lightly, her eyes shut, all her attention 5,000 miles away, she piled all her curly hair on top of her head and clamped it down with the hair claws.

Kya(still happily singing) Baby you can drive my car! Yes, I'm gonna be a STAR!...
She turned to get a good look at the kitchen and lay out her battle plans and nearly jumped out of her skin when her gaze caught Raphael lounging at the table.

Raph had long since finished his popcorn, but he'd been quietly snickering at the floor show and saw no reason to leave.

Kya (removing her headphones with what dignity she could muster and blushing) Good Morning Raphael.

R: (laughing eyes) mornin.

kya (encouraged by the vaguely civil answer, starts pulling out pots, pans knives, skillets, etc) ...What do you have planned for today, Rojito?

R: (opened his mouth to tell her it was none of her fvckin' business when the truth of the matter hit him like a load of bricks.) ... not a goddamn thing....

Kya: ... well if you wanted to, you could always help me in here....

R(standing abruptly) no fvckin way. i don't cook. (he heads for the doorway)

Kya: (looking at his retreating back, calls after him) I wasn't going to ask you to COOK, Raph. (she pulled a load of glinting knives from the carry-all and laid them on the table with a clatter) I was hoping you'd help me slice and dice...?

R: (gaze lingering on the cutlery) ... i got better **** ta do than chop vegetables.

kya wordlessly pulled out a chopping block and laid a large bloody chunk of cow across it.
Raph turned back around in spite of himself.

Kya: not vegetables. I don't need you breaking my paring knives. I was hoping you'd help me BUTCHER some stuff. (taking his silence as an assent, kya spoke again) Oh, before you get your hands all bloody, why don't you get us some CD's or something. I'm not much of talker when i'm cooking, but i like to listen to somethin...

Raph nodded slowly and went to the livingroom where the stereo system and the common property CD's were kept.

kya was hip deep in cookery when he got back. Without asking her musical preferences, he put on a CD of his choice: Blur, Greenday, Weezer, and Fatboy Slim on one of Mike's old Mix CDS. Raph hefted a cleaver and with little regard for the mess he made, dismantled the the side of beef...

11-23-2002, 12:04 PM	#11
kyabetsu Foot Elite Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: under my hat Posts: 4,393	Kya smiled happily as his lips found her hand, but he looked dead on his feet and she wasn't going to have him toppling over out here in the hallway. She reached past him and opening the door to her room, ushered him in. Kya: Ten suenos dulces, Caballero Tortugado. She caught his hand and ran her thumb lightly over his knuckles. She gave it a final squeeze before she stepped back into the hallway and shut the door gently behind her. (((TRANs: Sweet Dreams, Sir Turtle.))) Raphael looked up at the sound of someone humming. Kya had her headphones on, a ridiculuous grin on her face, and had just swung round the doorframe into the kitchen. He just watched as she threw her carry-all onto the countertop and bobbing to a rhythm he could only just hear, pulled an apron and several hair claws from her bag. kya: (singing quietly to herself.) ...Listen babe, I got somethin' to say. I got no car and it's breakin' my heart but i found a driver and THAT"S a START... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP YEAAAAH.... Kya threw the apron over her head and tied it as tight as it would go. Dancing lightly, her eyes shut, all her attention 5,000 miles away, she piled all her curly hair on top of her head and clamped it down with the hair claws. Kya(still happily singing) Baby you can drive my car! Yes, I'm gonna be a STAR!... She turned to get a good look at the kitchen and lay out her battle plans and nearly jumped out of her skin when her gaze caught Raphael lounging at the table. Raph had long since finished his popcorn, but he'd been quietly snickering at the floor show and saw no reason to leave. Kya (removing her headphones with what dignity she could muster and blushing) Good Morning Raphael. R: (laughing eyes) mornin. kya (encouraged by the vaguely civil answer, starts pulling out pots, pans knives, skillets, etc) ...What do you have planned for today, Rojito? R: (opened his mouth to tell her it was none of her fvckin' business when the truth of the matter hit him like a load of bricks.) ... not a goddamn thing.... Kya: ... well if you wanted to, you could always help me in here.... R(standing abruptly) no fvckin way. i don't cook. (he heads for the doorway) Kya: (looking at his retreating back, calls after him) I wasn't going to ask you to COOK, Raph. (she pulled a load of glinting knives from the carry-all and laid them on the table with a clatter) I was hoping you'd help me slice and dice...? R: (gaze lingering on the cutlery) ... i got better **** ta do than chop vegetables. kya wordlessly pulled out a chopping block and laid a large bloody chunk of cow across it. Raph turned back around in spite of himself. Kya: not vegetables. I don't need you breaking my paring knives. I was hoping you'd help me BUTCHER some stuff. (taking his silence as an assent, kya spoke again) Oh, before you get your hands all bloody, why don't you get us some CD's or something. I'm not much of talker when i'm cooking, but i like to listen to somethin... Raph nodded slowly and went to the livingroom where the stereo system and the common property CD's were kept. kya was hip deep in cookery when he got back. Without asking her musical preferences, he put on a CD of his choice: Blur, Greenday, Weezer, and Fatboy Slim on one of Mike's old Mix CDS. Raph hefted a cleaver and with little regard for the mess he made, dismantled the the side of beef...