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 Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 5:32 am
What a good little pushover.
Fallon liked it when people did as told. Yvette was simply becoming more and more likeable by the second. Smiling, Fallon popped the spoon into Yvette's mouth as if she was some kind of mutant overgrown baby, and then tipped it upward, sliding the spoon back out and setting it back in the bowl. "I think you'll like it," she said, turning back to the oven to put the tarts inside. The whole exchange was a bit forceful, but Fallon didn't seem to notice. It was just business as usual for her.
With the powers of her magic fast-cooking oven, Fallon removed the tarts several minutes later, and then set the fruit out on the counter. With skillful hands, she arranged the mismatched pieces of all colors and sizes into a nice little fruity-bouquet poised on top of the tart. After giving it a moment to cool, she popped the tarts out of the molds and placed them on matching pale purple plates with brightly polished forks. "As per your request," she began, lifting a plate to Yvette, "a fruit tart. I hope you enjoy it." She smiled again, an idle hand pulling her long ponytail over her shoulder.
Pierrette's departure brought a polite wave from Fallon, another smile, and then she crossed back to the sink to start soaking some dishes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 11:15 am
The girl felt the spoon enter her mouth and dump some mildly sweet batter of some sort in her mouth. As the spoon exited, it accidentally got a small bit of the uncooked liquid on the edge of her mouth. Had it been the top or bottom lip, she would have easily noticed the small bit of liquid and licked it up. Instead, she remained blissfully ignorant that she still had a bit of white goop at the corner of her mouth. Once the spoon had safely exited her mouth, the timid girl swallowed up the concoction.
For a longer moment than it should have been, Yvette remained quiet, looking away. After a full three minutes, she finally was able to say "Thank you....F-fallon. It was good." She remained awkwardly quiet the rest of the time, still looking away, hugging onto her own bosom with one arm.
Awkwardly silent until she practically had a fruit tart in front of her nose. It smelled delicious! Her nose sniffed out lightly, taking in the scent as best as possible without being noticeable. In her tiniest of voices, though she had not meant to speak so quietly, she muttered a simple"Th-thank you." Her hand which wasn't perched up to her chest timidly reached up for the plate, but it trembled in such a fashion that it looked like it was going to retreat if there was any sort of sudden movement.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 6:09 pm
Fallon turned away before the little bit of tart filling landed on Yvette's lip. She was busy at the sink, scrubbing those dishes that she could now and leaving the larger pans to soak for later. When Yvette spoke again, she glanced back, immediately noticing the dot like a shark smelling a speck of blood from miles away. A cheesy movie might have had Fallon dragging a finger over the spot, uttering something euphemistically sexual, and then sticking that finger right back in her mouth. However, Fallon was gay and, therefore, not frequently the subject of mainstream movies. She was also not about to eat after anyone else. Ever.
Grabbing a napkin, she held it out to Yvette. "You've got a little spot," she said through a broken smile. Fallon didn't move, just kept staring at that spot until Yvette removed it. Her tart sat untouched on the counter beside her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 6:18 pm
The mention of the spot, the girl's cheeks warmed up even further. Her fingers hurriedly snatched up the napkin and attempted to wipe up the bit of batter. Now that her heart was pumping a bit faster now, the girl reached out and grabbed her little fruit tart. Once more, she tossed out a tiny "Thank you!" Before she could give Fallon much more time to react, she fled in an extremely embarrassed fashion out of the kitchen. Why did she go to the kitchen? It wasn't like she was that hungry! Even though, she really was. With small, but hurried steps, Yvette ran up the stairs back to the third floor. She could check up on Topher later, for now, she just wanted a small bit of alone time.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 4:50 am
Fallon smiled as Yvette removed the spot from her mouth, but that smile slowly faded as she fled from the kitchen. Her face returned to its usual cold ambivalence. Crossing back to the sink, she made short work of all of the dishes, scrubbing them in the practiced motions she had perfected over the years. When she was younger, she had been so precious that she had worn some of the cookware down from always scrubbing hardest at the same spots. Over the years, she had to develop a rotating system so that the pans got equal wear. It was a militant procedure, the metallic screeching of the pan bouncing off the walls.
Flipping open the bag that attached to her rolling cart, Fallon carefully fitted everything in to its proper place before snapping the contraption shut. Fallon hadn't made her own breakfast, but that wasn't uncommon. Often when Fallon claimed to be hungry she actually just wanted to cook for others. Certainly she would eat eventually -- but not in this kitchen, not now. Fallon nodded politely to the room, though most of them seemed engrossed in their unpleasant conversation about cannibalistic dreams and monsters. "Have a nice day," she said, and was out the door before anyone could respond.
The fruit tart was left behind.
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