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Post by Ketsueki Von Rukku Caet on Sept 29, 2010 23:57:16 GMT -5
It wasn't long before the vocalist and bassist reached his house Ketsueki taking his motorcycle and Yoite his vespa. Once they arrived he slid off of his bike and headed to the door, pulling a key out of his bag before unlocking it and pushing the door open. "Have you thought of what you wanted to eat yet?" He asked, closing the door after Yoite and himself walked inside, making sure to slide off his shoes in the process.
"I'm really good at cooking so I'm sure I could make whatever you want~" He stated, walking through the living room and dropping his bag onto the couch before starting off toward the kitchen "Or I can at least try to make it!" A small chuckle escaped him after he spoke having added the second part as he felt his first statement may have made him look a little conceited, which he wasn't. "So, what'll you have, ne?" He asked again, stepping into the kitchen and over toward a nearby counter to lean against it, palms resting on the edges.
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Yoite
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Post by Yoite on Oct 29, 2010 8:52:39 GMT -5
The ride to Ketsueki's was a pleasant one, nice and quiet, while they passed up cars and rode down the streets until they reached the place this vocalist called home. Yoite parked his vespa next to Ketsueki's bike, and hopped off the seat before putting his helmet off and tucking it under his arm. He lingered a bit behind for a moment to check and make sure nothing had flown off or out anywhere before he followed up behind the other, walking into his house and pausing at the door to look around. At the question he shook his head, taking a few more steps into the home to allow the door behind him to close. After scanning his eyes around for awhile he pulled the case off from around his body and set it down up against the bare wall before following Ketsueki over to the kitchen. "hm.." with his usual stoic expression he tried to think of something that sounded good and wasn't too much to make, but nothing came to mind. He never ate very often and didnt really had a favorite dish. It took a moments hesitation, but he opened his mouth and replied, "please make something simple, I'm not picky, so you may make what you like." His mouth snapped shut after that and he decided to sit facing the kitchen to watch as Ketsu cooked something up.
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