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 Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 8:26 pm
"Is that you who been bakin' all them pies n' s**t that I find in the fridge?" He gave her an almost-shamed look. Almost.
"I could eat." He took a big bite of peach. "I can always eat. You make cookies?"
Oh, he looked so hopeful.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 8:30 pm
"Sure. Ya want some now?" Ofelia reached down and opened a pouch that she'd had strapped to her thigh. Pulling out a bag she also tossed this at Tuck though it was full of chocolate chip cookies. "Made those this mornin' so they're good. Don't got nuts though, that batch is in mah hidden stash."
and then Ofelia raised an eyebrow. "So yer the one eatin' all my goods?" For a moment she tried to look angry as hell but it didn't work. Her face broke into a toothy stupid grin and she winked. "Good, Ah'm glad. Ah make 'em so people will eat 'em. Any one of 'em in ya like the most? An' if yer hungry now whatcha wanna eat? Ah went shoppin' this mornin' so Ah gots all the stuff."
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 8:35 pm
"Anythin' you wanna make," he was gazing at the cookies with adoration bright in his eyes, "I ain't picky at all. My ma used to call me a garbage disposal. I eat anythin'."
He opened the bag of cookies and inhaled deeply, sounding as if he might be in heaven. Tuck slowly took out a cookie and took a massive bite.
The groan he let out was almost orgasmic.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 8:37 pm
Ofelia found herself smiling (not her usual grin) at Tuck's eating of her cookies. A soft girlish giggle escaped soon after and the redhead almost smashed her face into the wall to stop that s**t from happening again because NO NO GIGGLES LIKE A GIRL DAMMIT.
"They're not that good, eh? Ah made 'em in a hurry but come on, let's get up." The redhead stood up and stretched her arms, pulling her shirt up in the motion to show off a torso riddled with scars. "How does Mexican sound? Ain't made a good set'a fajitas in'a while."
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 8:41 pm
"********, they're that good," he grinned.
Tuck opened his eyes just as her shirt lifted, and he caught sight of the scars. He frowned as he shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth, rising to his feet so he could help Ofie gather whatever needed gathering off the floor.
"You cook in your room? Or you got a house? I hear you can get a house here."
He'd already asked about her eye. Should he ask about the scars, too?
Tuck thoughtfully ate another cookie.
"I like fajitas," he answered solemnly, "what happened to your stomach?"
All of the awkward questions.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 8:45 pm
"Hmm, oh these?" Ofelia looked down to where her shirt had ridden up. She just shrugged and pulled it the rest of the way off, she was wearing a bikini top after all, and the whole of her body was now in sight. She looked like a freaking war veteran. "Ah guess ya could say they're the cost'a bein' in the Sun division. Proof Ah'm alive an' all that." She grinned and placed a hand on the largest one on her chest.
"Rep."
She moved her hand to her the scar on her neck where it looked like her throat had been torn out. She touched what looked to be dog bite scars as well.
"Shehk."
Her hand moved to the one on her stomach.
"Some random a** pony."
The one on her knee.
"....an arrow. An' some flowers that grew in people's bloodstreams."
That was the tour of her scars.
"Glad though yer likin' the food. If ya think mah bakin' is awesome mah cookin' will make ya need ta use the restroom." She teased. "An' fajitas it is. Ah got a house in the city Ah'm workin' on fixin' up but fer now we can use the kitchen in mah room." She lifted one of the bags in her hand, then the other, and had all of them in a single grip. "Ya ready?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:09 pm
Tuck let out a low whistle as she finished pointing out all of the scars that littered her body, shaking his head as the noise tapered off.
"Damn, girl," he shook his head, mouth tight. His sister was Sun. It didn't bode well.
"You need help fixin' up that house, let me know. Always willin' to help. And hell yeah I'm ready."
His stomach let out a plaintive growl.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:13 pm
"Ah'll have ta take ya up on that offer. Ah may have grown up on a farm but when it comes ta buildin' an' fixin' stuff Ah'm all kinds'a crap at it." The redhead stretched again and tucked her shirt into the band of her pants. There was no way it was going on again it was hot are you kidding.
With a motion of "come this way" Ofelia lead the way back to her room. She kicked the door it (it wasn't locked) and the room basically looked like someone didn't even live it in. Ofelia had smuggled in a few things she needed to cook, like a counter and other kitchen stuff, and a hammock in the corner was probably her bed. "Sit anywhere, Ah'm gonna wash mah hands an' get started."
There was no where to sit but the floor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:39 pm
The floor was where Tuck sat.
"Why ain't you got any furniture?"
He was squinting at the bare room.
"An' you sleep in a hammock? You serious?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:45 pm
"Ah spend most'a mah money on stuff fer the house an' food stuff. Appliances ain't cheap an' neither is gettin' made runic so they work better." Ofelia looked at her hammock. "An' what's wrong wit' a hammock? Most'a the time Ah sleep on the floor anyway or go inta the haunted house an' sleep there."
Ofelia was washing her hands in the sink and she pulled her hair up into a messy bun. Then she washed her hands again and turned to one of the three fridges - apparently Ofelia had been saving up a lot. "chicken or steak?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:50 pm
"Steak," Tuck exhaled on a dreamy sigh, though as he digested what Ofie had said his dreamy expression turned into one of curiosity.
"You sleep in the haunted house? Why would you wanna sleep in there? An'... I mean, there gotta be some beds sittin' around you could use - not that anythin's wrong with a hammock, but it can't be that comfortable."
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:54 pm
"Well actually s'my job ta check out the rooms in there. Usually Ah spend days at a time roamin' 'round, 'cept when Ah encounter sommin', so it's easier ta jus' sleep there." Ofelia pulled out what looked to be some rather nice steak from one of the fridges and she checked the label over as she spoke. "Lots'a the rooms are actually pretty comfy an' not all like ya'd think."
The oven was turned on and a skillet was placed on top. "Any specific veggies ya want?" Ofelia already had plans for the standard peppers and onions but hey everything was good. She'd eat anything too because when you're making your own food you can't be picky. "Ya ever been in the house? Ah really like it there."
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:45 pm
Tuck actually laid back on the floor and stared at the ceiling.
"That's your specialization? I guess you make a good point 'bout it bein' easier to just sleep there," Tuck gave a thoughtful hum.
"Whatever you want to make, Ofie, like I said I'ma eat whatever you put on a plate," there was a chuckle in his voice.
"You got three fridges," Tuck seemed to suddenly realize. This place was like heaven on earth.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:49 pm
"Yeah, an' two ice chests at mah little house thing. Ah like ta keep things stored so no one gets in an' takes it." Ofelia grinned as she got things going, cooking and whatever. Onions, green peppers, she even was going to add mushrooms because why not.
"An' yup. Mah job has a lot more fancies titles an' stuff but mostly Ah go in an' kick the a** 'round'a any student who comes in. Also recordin' where Ah see 'em, strength, other stuff." Ofelia started cutting the meat. "One'a mah favorite rooms had ta be the one made entirely'a bacon. That was an interestin' adventure."
A bit more cooking, maybe a little silence. The room was starting to smell good.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:56 pm
Tuck was silent for a long moment as he really got the jist of Ofie's job. It kind of made him uncomfortable, thinking about her duties. Beating the asses of any student that came in was troublesome to him - he'd only met one student there, and it had been one that actually knew Herryk.
Clearing his throat, Tuck decided the best plan of action was to ignore the job stuff, and talk about food instead.
Because you could never go wrong with food.
"Where'd you learn to cook?"
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