[Chuuya, of course, is indulging in the selection of alcohol that Atsushi had been kind enough to procure for the party, but eventually he grows bored of mingling and wanders into the kitchen out of pure curiousity. There he finds Dylas, looking sullen as ever but with an apron on. They live together now, soooo...they should try to get along, right?
Chuuya leans against the doorway, sipping out of his wine glass as he inhales the aroma of delicious food.]
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Chuuya leans against the doorway, sipping out of his wine glass as he inhales the aroma of delicious food.]
What’s cooking?