" soooo , " okay . so while not the moment eloquent of conversation starters , it still counts for something ... right ? at least , that was what lin ling had hoped for anyway . " ... what do you think about spicy food ? "
a pause in cutting of vegetables, routine now more than he'd wanted to. a sideway glance towards @herorank, a proximity forced upon them by miss j, once attempted between moon and lin ling, and perhaps it had worked out for them but apparently even after his failure to listen, and his massive contract breach by exposing himself, he still apparently had a job. alas, here he was, stuck in a less-than-pristine home, cluttered nice would call it : a mess. a stray pillow here and there, more plants than wreck had ever seen nai look at. they were so very different, whatever did miss j ever think ? a chop of his knife before he falls into the repetitiveness of the mise en place. another glance to the side, a rather nervous looking lin ling fidgeting next to him, picking at fingers : another habit he took from nai or was it one of his own ? a sigh, even wreck wasn't immune to whatever lin ling was attempting to do. " you want me to make your broth spicy ? " civil, still a little too harsh, even to wreck. a quick muttered apology, " stir for me. will you ? " an attempt at a somewhat truce. " i don't mind spicy food that much, as long as it's not overwhelming the other ingredients. "
