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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 19:56:16 GMT
I walked up to Angel's house, noticing the door was slightly ajar. Concerned I slowly pushed the door open and advanced inside.
"Angel?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 19:58:54 GMT
"Hi," Angel smiled, walking up to him from the kitchen.
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:03:01 GMT
"Uh is everything okay?" I asked, worried, "The door was open..."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:04:47 GMT
"It was?" Angel asked, looking at the door. "Strange... Do you have any idea how to cook? I've been in the kitchen for hours and I can't work out anything."
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:06:40 GMT
"Depends," I laughed, "What are you cooking?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:10:46 GMT
"I have no idea... I can't make anything," Angel laughed. "Come look in the kitchen."
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:11:48 GMT
"Okay," I agreed following her into the kitchen, "But I draw the line at frilly aprons."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:12:33 GMT
Angel shuddered. "Especially the pink ones."
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:14:20 GMT
"Yeah," I laughed, "So what have you got?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:16:55 GMT
"I have no idea... Just look around," Angel shrugged, opening a cupboard.
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:17:44 GMT
"Well what do you fancy?" I asked
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:18:27 GMT
"That's a good question that I don't know the answer too..." Angel said thoughtlessly, still looking through the kitchen. "What do you fancy?"
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:19:59 GMT
"Tell me your favourite," I said with a smile, "I'll cook that. I don't want to risk cooking you something and you not liking it."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:20:55 GMT
"I like most things, don't have a favourite... You can cook?" Angel asked. "Wow... I burn water."
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:23:36 GMT
"That's technically impossible," I laughed, "But I get the idea. How about I teach you something simple?"
I reached into the cupboard and brought out bolognese sauce and pasta.
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:24:56 GMT
"You can try to teach me but I think you may fail," Angel laughed. "This is just one of the many things I can't do."
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:26:40 GMT
"We'll see," I said with a wink, "Get the mince out and put your frying pan on the hob."
I grabbed a large saucepan and filled it with water.
"So what have you been up to?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:28:18 GMT
Angel sighed and did as she was told. "This and other things... You?" She asked, trying to dodge the subject.
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:30:40 GMT
"I went out to this house," I started, "And when I got there my darling wouldn't give me a straight answer."
I put the pan of water on the heat.
"The mince needs to be browned," I instructed, "Empty it into the frying pan. You don't need any oil though."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:31:49 GMT
Angel nodded and emptied it into the pan, keeping silent.
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:33:23 GMT
"So you going to tell me or do I have to slip a truth potion into the food?" I joked, "Keep it moving around until its all brown."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:34:23 GMT
Angel nodded and did as he asked, still keeping silent.
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:40:27 GMT
The water started to boil. I added a pinch of salt and poured the pasta in.
"When you think you can't see any pink anymore add the sauce," I said, vaguely, "... Sweety is everything okay?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:41:57 GMT
"Can you do it, please?" Angel asked quietly. "I have to go and do something."
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:43:14 GMT
"Uh, sure..." I said with a concerned tone in my voice.
I took the wooden spoon Angel had been using and tipped the sauce into the meat, stirring it in.
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:44:45 GMT
Angel ran into her bedroom but didn't lock the door. She changed into a shirt with sleeves to hide the silver scars on her arms before laying on her bed and sighing.
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:50:21 GMT
I pushed open the door, holding two plates of pasta bolognese.
"We eating in here?" I smiled.
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:51:45 GMT
Angel sat up again and smiled slightly. "If you want to, we can."
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Post by Vincent Hiei on Aug 1, 2007 20:53:14 GMT
I sat on the bed with a plate on my lap and handed Angel another one.
"Tell me what you think," I said taking a forkfull of pasta, "You changed your shirt."
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Post by Angel Simons on Aug 1, 2007 20:54:48 GMT
Angel kept silent and ate a small amount of the food.
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