Nov 22, 2014
[text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation?
( sms ) no, of course not~
( sms ) but it is pretty fun!
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[text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation?
( sms ) no, of course not~
( sms ) but it is pretty fun!
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Sailor ChibiMoon, Sailor Neptune, Sailor Saturn, Sailor Star Maker
Sailor ChibiMoon: Are you a special person?
I like to think I am!
Sailor Neptune: Men, Women or both?
Both.
Sailor Saturn: Loudness or Silence?
Silence, if I have to choose.
Sailor Star Maker: Have anything embarrassing?
Are you kidding? I have done so many embarrassing things, I can’t even begin to talk about them.
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( sms → Yunho ) yuuuuuuuuunhhhhhooooooooo you know what sounds like a good idea? a blanket fort with tons of pillows and soft things to cuddle and stuff in. and then it could be all warm too and warmth is so nice. let’s do something like that together~? (*´･ω･)(･ω･`*)
uknowxiii replied to your post:Really sick of this
Your aim being a dick again?
I just want to cry.
Padding her way through the house, Bom's lips pursed and she had to resist whining a little as she found herself momentarily turned around, pausing for a moment with her hands on her hips. Turning again, she headed back before pausing in front of one of the doors, pretty sure it belonged to Yunho, and knocked on it lightly. "Yunho?" She called out gently, shifting from one foot to the other. "You in there?"
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❧ describe their usual sleeping position
Bom sleeps in a lot of different ways, all depending on how she feels and what’s around her. But to keep it simple, if she has something to cuddle, she’ll be on her side with her arms wrapped tightly around whatever it is and her chin tucked down on top of it. Other wise, she kind of curls her legs up while sleeping on her side and tucks her arms beneath her pillows ( of which she typically sleeps with a lot of ). Sometimes though, you can find her sprawled out on her stomach when its really hot. Or on the floor… falling out of bed is a thing with her.
Jaejoong feels like he and Yunnie spoiled the house with the groceries from the other day, and honestly had been wanting to make something special--something hearty and satisfying, that sticks and melds everyone into easy conversation. He had made two course shabu shabu with his friends before, but he figures that three courses would really make it something special. The beef, hand-made noodles, and a fried rice in a nice broth, should get them lots of affectionate pets tonight.
He knows that Yunnie is good with his broths at least he knows from the stews he's been making them lately--the last one he had made had been really good and he figures leaving that to him would not only make this easier on the both of them, but really make the rest of the food shine. With the anchovies, dried seaweed, hot pepper and green onion, the smell makes even his mouth water as he rinses pre-cooks the handmade noodles from the night before, knowing they'll quicken the second course so they wouldn't have to wait too long, and rinses the vegetables in cold water from the sink. Cutting off the stalks, he bins them and cleans the mushrooms, watercress and chinese brocoli and bok choi before separating them so they're easy to eat and plating them in a large serving dish. He takes some of the broth for the soup and replaces the water for the rice, knowing that the grains will soak it all up nicely.
It's the dipping sauce that's the easiest for him to make, making sure it's salty and sweet enough without using too much soy sauce--he likes things overly salty and spicy, sour like his mother makes the kimchi, but he knows that he should cut down on it sometimes. When the rice is finished, --it 's a forty-five minute wait, but he doesn't regret using multi-grain and mixing it with some plain rice either-- he plates it like everything else, chops and adds some kimchi, soy sauce, sesame oil before he cracks a raw egg on top. He almost wishes he could eat it now, there's nothing like a good fried rice dish but he places everything out in the dinning area with the hotpot waiting, ready to boil. All that's left is the beef-- he's glad they decided to go with the thin rib-eye too instead of pork,-- it'll cook easily in the broth, but he remembers that their Master quite enjoys some good quality steak.
Jaejoong takes his time rolling the meat on the platter, slicing it so all the pieces aren't too long or thick and then he's back to rolling them neatly for the presentation, glad it's not too thawed even though it makes his fingers cold, because it's easier to get them all the way he wants them too. All that's remaining is for everyone to come together again to enjoy the meal and it makes him smile happily in anticipation.
Jaejoong sets his clothes out over his bed for their trip out, hoping that maybe they can stop by the bakery--get to know each-other better. He hums softly, thinking of the things he wants to ask. Does he like to drink? Jaejoong knows that he likes to have more than his fair share of alcohol, especially under good company and a nice mood--but he thinks of the taller male and wonders if he can hold a few drinks too or would he drink him under the table with the first round? He laughs at the thought, heading to the bathroom to get ready, -- there's no cologne and he reminds himself to ask for some soon--he keeps forgetting since he spilled it down the sink on his first night here. He washes his face and puts in his contacts, takes his time to line his eyes with thin charcoal pencil--waterline only, and it's always the hardest part but he takes pride in the way it looks after. Unclipping his bangs he runs his fingers through his hair a few times, doesn't mind the way it's starting to get darker--the blonde starting to fade, and he know's he'll have to dye it again and bleach it in a week. He wonders if his Master wouldn't mind him with dark hair for that small amount of time being that he was told to keep it the honey blonde he started out with. Another one for his list of things to ask before the week is out.
Jaejoong takes his phone from where he left it on his pillow and takes a picture of the clothing on the bed, quickly sending it to his master before getting dressed quickly and heading downstairs to make breakfast for Yunnie. Placing the pots on the stove, pouring in the remainder of the rice--he's making a mental list for the house already, he turns it on to boil before heading to the fridge to find out what they'll conjure up. Half a zucchini, some kimchi and the last of the soft tofu--he figures he's come up lucky enough. Pouring a bit of oil in the large pan he quickly chops up about half an onion, curling his fingers under careful not to knick himself with the knife before he throws it in and covers it with a lid. He's quick to work on the zucchini , making it small so they can get a little softer in the chicken broth he found under the cabinet by the stove. It's still a pretty green and he's grateful--knowing the haven't touched it since the weekend. He sets it aside and adds so gochujang along with the kimchi with some salt, lashes fluttering with the way the fragrance hits him with such few ingredients and his stomach gurgles with his hunger. He really could eat right about now and he knows Yunnie feels the same. Smiling he pours in the broth, throwing away the carton when he's finished before he pours in a bit of soy-sauce and the zucchini he chopped up only a few minutes ago. It's a nice color and he thanks the hot chili paste for that as he turns up the stove and pulls out a large spoon to gentle put in the soft tofu. He's careful not to break it up, not really wanting any of it to dissolve too much into the boiling soul before they can get a chance to enjoy it. He waits for Yunnie while the stew simmers, greatly hoping the other is in the mood for tofu.