❛ hel hath no fury ❜

« It’s better than the floor itself. » Pout erupted in a small smile upon hearing the familiar voice of the Spanish princess, his small figure crossing arms right against his chest. « I should have memorized the pattern of the place by now, but doors keep spawning where I remember there were none, and I always end up smashing my face against them… »

Curt nod of the head would follow, as he’d continued to navigate around the room, mapping out the positions of utensils and ingredients. “Exactly. Thank you. My previous hook ups would disagree, claiming I’m an airhead. But at least someone sees it.” Thus he’d disappeared into the larder, returning not moments later and simply dropping the meat upon the counter, looking over. “Sure. Take it easy, though. I don’t want you hurting your hand more.” Through a low voice, and a gesture towards the burn, he was soon to pick up a sharpened knife, to begin to cut the meat to a more suitable size than its current.

The male would simply roll his shoulders back, ever watchful with a raised eyebrow. “You sound as though that’s surprising. I didn’t rack up a reputation through backing down.” Spoken softly, through that ever present smirk of his. “Perhaps a little bit of both. I feel free. Besides, what’s the point in spending lord knows how many hours a day training, if there’s nobody around to check out the produce?” Questioned as he began to gather slabs of meat, alongside varying vegetables to finally bring it all back to the counter.

“Ooooh, a lover of red meat, huh? Not surprised in the slightest.” The gentle innuendo was cut with his smirk, so edging on his typical grin, the type that would slide through anything innocent or serious. “We’ll see what comes from it, huh? Braising steak sounds real good.” He’d mutter through curled words. “They won’t get fired. The manor only needs them when meals are coming up, and that isn’t for another few hours. All is good, sunshine.” He’d brushed off with a gentle flick of his wrist and a hand that would contort, before disappearing to look through the larder.

Lukas would only grin, pushing himself to stand upright. “Let’s get to it, then. What do you prefer? Chicken, pork, beef… lamb, perhaps?” Question would arise through a raised eyebrow, as the Guard would slowly waltz towards the larder once more. “Oh? Good. It might keep them out of our way while we cook–it’s not like we need ‘em around, right?”

The Guard would place the spoon to the side, then. So cautious with each movement, as if he was used to be so gentle. Given the circumstances, looking after Kihyun as if it were ritual, and spending so much time with Daehyun–ever likely he’d be as gentle as velvet. With a hum, he tilted his head softly. “Definitely add meat, there should be some cuts in the back that we can quickly cook and shred. And vegetables; onions, leeks, peppers.” He’d looked around, then, before smiling. “Do you think we can manage that?”

“I’m honoured.” So softly he’d speak through faux impassion, with a single hand dusting over the centre of his chest. “I’ll try my best to leave a mark for you.” He could otherwise only snicker once his dark hues had caught onto the eye roll; it seemed to be a usual between the two, teasing and dismissing, all in good terms. With a sigh, he would hold the spoon between finger tips, and taste the dish so far. “It tastes how it should, which is always a plus. Now we just add whatever we’d like to give it a little kick. Usually people add soy sauce, onions, shredded meat… any of that sound appealing?”

“Want me to slap his motors in to gear, or do you think you can handle it?” Raised eyebrow came next, while he took the information with a grain of salt, to which was met with his usual humour; seemed to be the best way to pull through. “You love it.” Spat back in no time, before darting eyes snapped to her, to check for a reaction to the dish. “How does it taste so far?” 

“Ooooh, that sounds kind of hot; being unable to wait for stuff. So, how do you act when you’re craving sex, but people are lowkey rejecting you?” Questioned with a raised eyebrow, and a crooked smirk that tilted just slightly to the side. “Leaving things up to the guy with a mental age identical to a teen undergoing puberty, doesn’t sound wise.” Though with the information given, the male grinned, half tempted to look to the direction of admiring company. Choosing against it, though, to add to his own ego, he leaned against the counter and gently flexed, casually. “You’re quite the charmer, I’ll give you that.” 

“It would have led to me bringing another dozen suitcases. I’m sure I would have had the back of my hand slapped for that one.” Slow shrug, almost graceful in nature, came in wake of the look given. “Hey, if it isn’t you having to wait to finally see it, it’s me having to wait to use it, too.” Grin that stretched between ears came next, as he leaned his arms against the counter then, to give that frequent look of composure. “Is that said in a good way, or a bad way? Hm, no matter, I’ll agree. Should I return the favour and pose the same question?”

             ❛ gulasch. ❜ he corrected, accent thick— then he shrugged, ❛ i’ve n-never been much of a sw-sweets person.. y–y’know. w-well, i guess you d-don’t know. n–n-now you do. ❜

             ❛ aw, don’t be rude. i suppose the sands of time just matched us up here, in this very moment. it’s almost like this meeting was destined to be. ❜ he did a bit of a shoulder dance, his brows slanted.

With a raised eyebrow, and a smirk that seemed all too crooked, he only slightly shook his head. Thus that smirk melted into a smile. “I’m going to be Cap’n sap and say it means a lot. I’ll have to show you my collection sometime; you know, if you ever find yourself wandering around South Korea.” Then, his head had dropped to an idle tilt, as he gestured to her hand. “I was going to say the burn, but just for dramatics, I’ll go along and say; when you fell from heaven?”