[Yuki breathes out a sigh as Momo pulls away, letting the feeling of his precious fangs on his lip be a lingering memory. Momo is right, even if Yuki's sense of self-preservation is shot to hell right now. He opens his eyes slowly and looks up at him, letting a small smile ghost onto his face.]
We should eat. I'll make your dinner. Sorry... for making you wait.
[He smiles gently, brushing a bit of hair away from Yuki's face before he straightens up and moves off him, so he can actually get up. He does look down at his own shirt (and chest) for a moment as he does, though, because while he brought Yuki up here with it in that state, carrying Yuki did a pretty good job at covering the most questionable of it.]
...You know that weird blue robe thing they give everyone when they arrive? Do you still have yours? I'm gonna need to cover this up, but I can't really just shirt steal anymore.
[He'd probably be able to use a shawl or a blanket or something similar, anything that could be wrapped, but for shirts these days major alterations are pretty much a requirement.]
...I still have it, even though it's a real shame to cover any part of you up.
[He smiles as brightly as he can, though he's still tired and out of sorts more than he wants to admit. He goes to rummage for a moment, then returns with the crumpled blue robe, which he lovingly drapes around Momo.]
You'll forgive me if the meat's a little well done, right?
Of course! You know anything you cook is perfect to me.
[He adjusts the robe a bit on himself to make sure everything's covered up, before moving to Yuki's side so they can head out. He's...going to be hovering for a little while, certainly, but he looks more at ease than he was earlier.]
Besides, you always compliment when I cook for you, and "a little well done" is best case scenario when I'm cooking.
[He's gotten a bit better since arriving here, at least, enough that his output has risen to generally good as long as he has a recipe.]
I don't care if it's burnt to a crisp. I'll say it's beautiful while I throw it in the trash.
[Because that's Re:vale's love. Or he'd say it's awful, whatever. He's so grateful to Momo right now for being here by his side that the love wins out.]
What if I show you how to finish the food, and walk you through it?
[Momo puffs his cheeks out a bit at the implication of Yuki throwing his cooking out, but the huffy look deflates at the offer.]
Let's see how it is first. I...think he was still cooking when I arrived? Or cleaning up. So I'm not completely sure it's not finished already.
[It's a somewhat odd thing to pause to do, but if he didn't necessarily need to do anything in particular with Yuki's body besides possess it, it might've been a convenient cover. He's never really asked Jamil about his cooking experience, but besides a faint trace of burning he doesn't recall it smelling particularly ruined in the kitchen when he turned up.
That said, he wasn't exactly paying full attention to the cooking smells compared to what was wrong with Yuki's.]
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Good call Momo
We should eat. I'll make your dinner. Sorry... for making you wait.
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[He smiles gently, brushing a bit of hair away from Yuki's face before he straightens up and moves off him, so he can actually get up. He does look down at his own shirt (and chest) for a moment as he does, though, because while he brought Yuki up here with it in that state, carrying Yuki did a pretty good job at covering the most questionable of it.]
...You know that weird blue robe thing they give everyone when they arrive? Do you still have yours? I'm gonna need to cover this up, but I can't really just shirt steal anymore.
[He'd probably be able to use a shawl or a blanket or something similar, anything that could be wrapped, but for shirts these days major alterations are pretty much a requirement.]
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[He smiles as brightly as he can, though he's still tired and out of sorts more than he wants to admit. He goes to rummage for a moment, then returns with the crumpled blue robe, which he lovingly drapes around Momo.]
You'll forgive me if the meat's a little well done, right?
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[He adjusts the robe a bit on himself to make sure everything's covered up, before moving to Yuki's side so they can head out. He's...going to be hovering for a little while, certainly, but he looks more at ease than he was earlier.]
Besides, you always compliment when I cook for you, and "a little well done" is best case scenario when I'm cooking.
[He's gotten a bit better since arriving here, at least, enough that his output has risen to generally good as long as he has a recipe.]
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[Because that's Re:vale's love. Or he'd say it's awful, whatever. He's so grateful to Momo right now for being here by his side that the love wins out.]
What if I show you how to finish the food, and walk you through it?
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Let's see how it is first. I...think he was still cooking when I arrived? Or cleaning up. So I'm not completely sure it's not finished already.
[It's a somewhat odd thing to pause to do, but if he didn't necessarily need to do anything in particular with Yuki's body besides possess it, it might've been a convenient cover. He's never really asked Jamil about his cooking experience, but besides a faint trace of burning he doesn't recall it smelling particularly ruined in the kitchen when he turned up.
That said, he wasn't exactly paying full attention to the cooking smells compared to what was wrong with Yuki's.]