♐ 009 // [Voice]

[crisisrain]

[She was gone... He knew it would come to this one day; after all, this is how things were supposed to be. Instead, he felt sick, angry, and it hurt so much more than he thought it would. More than anything however, he was confused. What was he supposed to do now? Just continue on as if nothing happened? He couldn't forget her, he had promised hwe that. But losing her yet again was just heart-breaking.

He sat there on the edge of his bed, journal in hand. What do you say at times like this? He didn't want sympathy, he didn't want anyone to know he hurt. When it came to emotions he liked to keep them strictly to himself. So he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, more of a desperate one with no punchline to the joke. He didn't care either. When he stopped he opened the journal.]

[The following is directed to house 12 more than anything.]

I'm gonna need some time to myself for a while, so I'm leavin' the house. I'll be back soon though, take care of the garden for me.

[Filtered to Buffy | Unhackable]

I was ignorant, sorry.

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[crisisrain]

You look delicious.

1/????

[herotypical]

[ delicious? ]

2/????

[herotypical]

3/????

[herotypical]

[ b-but she's practically just rolled out of bed and her hair is probably sticking at weird angles and the pajamas are not strictly the most flattering fit but she had figured that it wouldn't really matter much because it's raven. ]

4/????

[herotypical]

[ but of course he was talking about the print. ahaha. she offers a small, buffyesque sort of smirk and ushers him anxiously into the house. ]

DONE.

[herotypical]

It's one of my tip-toppiest goals in life, you know. To be always delicious.

[ THE END. ]

XDD I am laughing so hard

[crisisrain]

[He wasn't talking about your pajamas, he was talking about you in general. Did you know he's a cannibal? He'll be coming in now, to eat you up nomnomnom.]

Then that's definitely somethin' you've managed to accomplish early on.

[herotypical]

[ her pirate-boyfriend was once a cannibal king. and two of her other exes genuinely did eat people.

sometimes you need to worry about these things. ]

And bonus points for not even trying. [ wow this whole being serious and talking about stuff plan? not working. ]

[crisisrain]

[Oh good god I take it back. And what plan? Remember who we're dealing with here XD]

Right then! You've got the kitchen, I've got some peanut butter. Let's do some cookin'!

[herotypical]

[ and do please let us not forget the brace of bite mark scars that stand out in lighter skin on her neck. so attractive. ]

Kitchen's this-a-way. [ she shuts the door behind him and slipper-shuffles her way towards the room in question. ]

[crisisrain]

[So you're a vampire in disguise?! I KNEW IT! You dirty traitor.]

[He moves into the house, heading towards the kitchen with the bag of food-stuffs in hand.]

Alright, how about I teach ya the secret to makin' delicious crepes for yourself? Then if I ever vanish, you can make 'em in my memory.

[herotypical]

[ and talk of him vanishing, now. she must be gone. the she that they had talked about over the flowers. ]

...I wouldn't have it any other way.

[crisisrain]

[He copes with loss in his own special way. This is taking his mind off it.]

OK! First things first, ingredients! [He pours the contents of the bag onto the kitchen counter.] Flour, sugar, and we need some milk and an egg.

[herotypical]

Oh my God, we're not even using a mix?

[ you have too much faith in her. ]

[crisisrain]

We're using a bowl, a whisk, and a little bit of the magic ingredient!

[herotypical]

...Is it love? I have it on good authority that the magic ingredient is always love.

Well, or blood. But that's just too gross to think about right now.

[crisisrain]

I don't think blood would taste very good in a crepe. Just my personal opinion on that.

[herotypical]

I know a guy who'd disagree but -- no, you're right. Blood? Yeugh. My heebees even get jeebees.

[crisisrain]

Is he one of those vampire thingies that you slay? They drink blood, right?

[herotypical]

Mmhm. This one's on pigs' blood, though.

[crisisrain]

Blood is only good when it's from a rare steak. Otherwise? I think I'll pass.

Now let's make these crepes! We're gonna need a pan.

[herotypical]

...Does the size matter?

[ snerk. ]

[crisisrain]

Once you go Raven, you'll never go back.

[herotypical]

I'm afraid I don't have a pan marked Raven so you'll have to be kind and be less cheesy.

[crisisrain]

[Fine, he'll just grab a standard pan for now then.]

You really should get yerself a special crepe kit and name it after me!