Serah had been busy for most of the day preparing this meal she wanted to make for her sister, Hope, Snow and their friends. The kitchen had been busy as a bee-hive and if you looked into the kitchen you would see a pink haired young woman bustling back and forth. The meal for today had been…
“Hey Serah.” He grinned. It had been a while since he visited the house and seen these familiar faces. He held up the bag of fruits. “I even brought a bag of peaches. Snow will know what I’m talking about.” He chuckled, mostly to himself. He stepped through the doorway and into the house.
“Hey Snow.” He greeted, adding a wave at the end for good measure. “It’s been a while.” Hope closed the door behind himself softly then bent down to take off his shoes. He caught a whiff of something delicious in the air. He smiled, knowing well what a great cook Serah was. She had told him she would prepare something from Bodhum, something he rarely had the chance to try. He walked over to the table Snow sat at and put his bag of fruits down. He smirked and took out a bottle of pinot noir. Hope placed it down on the table closer to Snow. “Just a housewarming gift.”
One of Snow’s hands came to rest on the back of the chair he was sitting on after hearing Serah’s concern about it needing to be repaired. “Ah, I don’t think it’s that bad. If it can hold me up, I’m sure it can hold up anyone.” Snow was a pretty tall, muscled guy. He probably weighed a lot. But he still humored Serah and gave an “oomph” sound when she playfully pushed him, acting like such a little person like Serah could cause such a big guy like Snow to fall over if she used enough force.
“Hey Hope.” He returned his little wave. He couldn’t help but break out in a humorous grin when he heard that Hope had even brough peaches along with his housewarming gift. ”Smart.” He chuckled. “We’re probably going to need those. Light’s coming over too. Remember the signal?”
operation-estheim asked: [[ Haha I like your RPing, Snow. :] I guess we'll go with Serah Hope Snow order for the RP? ]]
ooc:// Why thank you. ;u; I quite like your rp style too~
And that sounds good to me~!
Dinner for…..friends. | Villier’s place
A gut feeling told her she made too much but oh well, that’s what leftovers were for. Checking on everything she went to wash her hands clean and dry them, rushing back to the kitchen she turned the heat low on the stove then went to take a seat and wait for Hope to arrive.
Was he early? Hope checked his watch once more and decided it would be okay. They were practically family after all, right? He walked up to the door and knocked several times. He checked inside his bag to make sure he had all the fruits Serah had asked for the night before.
Snow was lounged at the table that everyone would be eating at, his elbow propped on the table and his fist holding up his cheek. As Serah ran from one side of the kitchen to the next, his eyes followed like a spectator’s would at a tennis match. Needless to say, he was a horrible cook. It was best that he let Serah handle that, or else all their guests would leave with multiple forms of food poisoning.
When Serah seemed to finish her last minute preparations and finally sat down to relax for a moment, he sat up, the hand that was supporting him resting on the tabletop. “Are we feeding an army?” He asked, noticing that a lot of food was going into preparation. He sure hoped that everyone was hungry.
Only a few moments passed after he had voiced his thoughts when a couple knocks resounded through the air. That must be Hope, he was supposed to come early to help with the desert. Snow stood, his chair squeaking against the floor as he pushed it out. “C’mon, you’re the hostess.” He grinned at his fiance.
theherohasarrived said: Ah, you’re still a kid at heart. Even though you did help save the world.
… I … yeah … /not sure what to say/
Serah and I are having dinner, just to let you know.
ooc:// asdfghjkl;a I knew I was missing something. DD;
ooc: We just started. No worries.
ooc:// Phew. xD I’ll just creep on in there then~ >w>
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