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 Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:46 pm
The timer read 00:05, and a pair of cerulean blues watched anxiously as the souffle he'd worked his a** off trying to put together rose ever so perfectly inside the oven. He ignored the stack of dishes and kitchen utensils that needed his attention to watch the pastry bake. A list of names sat on the kitchen counter; they would be the ones given the opportunity to taste his beloved creation. He'd painstakingly cooked for the first time in months, and this time he was sure that it'd taste wonderful -- he'd only deviated from the recipe so many times, only making necessary changes where he saw fit, of course. So. They should feel honored. He knew they would.
The souffles looked awesome.
It wasn't long before the timer eventually went off and he carefully retrieved his baked creation, resting it on a rack he'd prepared on the counter per the recipe -- see, he only made necessary changes -- and popped in a second batch before he started cleaning up. Of course, he didn't realize that something had caught on the oven door. Didn't realize that it wouldn't be long before smoke started rising out from inside the oven, as he'd relaxed somewhat and gone to use the bathroom real quick while his perfect batch of souffle's cooled on the counter.
And while he was in the bathroom, that smoke had starting wafting out beyond his open balcony door, calling to it the attention of a concerned passerby.
He emerged from the bathroom staring at the intruder, usually narrowed eyes wide and full of surprise and worry and confusion all at the same time. He assessed the situation as best he could -- a strange woman pointing a fire extinguisher at something in his kitchen, likely whatever the source of the smoke was he guessed (because yes, he noticed despite the stranger in his house demanding more of his attention). Dominic blinked a moment, then started to make a dramatic run toward her.
Past her. And he jumped... all for the sake of his souffles.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 11:01 pm
Most days don't involve running into a burning building. Most days, even in the double life she lived, did not involve seeing smoke coming out of a window and the smell of something burning. And burning badly!
Delilah was inside the room that she pegged to be the source of the fire quicker than one could have believed. How, even she wasn't very sure but she stood there, quickly finding the fire extinguisher under the sink, and aiming it at the oven. Something was on fire in there!
Just as she pulled the trigger and white foam escaped, a form went passed her right into the targeted area.
As the bottle emptied, her red eyes blinked and she gazed at the form in front of her. "Why in the world were you trying to burn down the building!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:53 pm
He was too late. Too late to save the souffles. Too late to save his kitchen from the intruder. Be blew out a breath in disbelief as he looked on at the disarray -- the mess made by the extinguisher, the charred bits of something that had in fact been on fire (not that he actually saw a fire, but black and burnt was usually an indication that something had been burning...), the wasted dessert. Granted, he was probably being a bit over-dramatic about the whole situation, but still.
"For your information, strange woman who came barging in through my window, I was trying to bring delicious food into the world," he shot back as he threw his arms up. "Delicious food! Delicious food!"
And he repeated those two words a few more times before eventually slumping onto a bar stool and really thinking about the situation. And quietly, with his eyes trained on the fruit bowl that hadn't been ruined by the extinguisher's contents and sighing a long, very drawn out sigh of defeat, he said, "But thank you for risking your life and putting out the fire, and for saving basically my entire apartment and probably my life."
He paused then, and regained a small bit of his composure. "Can I get you a drink?"Sirene Naiads Clearly I'm having too much fun with this.. u____u
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 1:58 pm
Delilah was meer seconds away from snapping back at the man who foolishly left something to catch fire in his kitchen. Delicious food or not, nothing was worth his life! But his actions and the drop of his shoulders made her step back. "Look, I didn't mean to ruin your work but good is delicious food if you can't eat it?"
Placing the empty red container on the ground, Delilah did the best she could to try and maneuver out of the mess the white fluff had made. Maybe she should offer to help clean it up? Yes. That would be what her mother's voice inside her head would say...
"A drink?" Delilah nearly slipped on the foam when she heard the offer. One moment he is going off and moaning, the next, he is offering a drink? Strange man.
But as she grabbed onto the cabinet to steady herself, Delilah nodded. "Um, alright. And I do formally apologize for coming in through your window. Normally I'm one for the door..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 1:17 am
He let her comment about his delicious food pass in favor or standing and making his way to the refrigerator, puling out two Sunny D's and turning to her. "I'm alive so I probably shouldn't complain," he said a bit more clearly this time, and even offering her a sheepish smile. Who really knew what could have happened had she not barged in and saved the day...
He took a seat and opened his drink, sipping it briefly before his eyes landed on the nearly ruined oven and the completely ruined food, both by the window and inside the oven. Dominic heaved a sigh and dropped his head to the counter, a tad depressed by the situation again. Really, it wasn't that big a deal, but he'd worked so hard. It almost felt like his life all over again, at least in more recent months.
"Augh!" he groaned at last, head shooting up from the counter, brows furrowed to give him a determined look. "I can always make them again! You, Miss...uh...you! Care to help me clean up and work on a new batch of souffles?" Like hell he'd let a little fire keep him from baking a tasty treat to give to his friends! And what's more, now that he had help they'd probably turn out even better!Sirene Naiads Tag, sorry for the late. And also sorry for his weird. :T
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 5:04 pm
Holding up a hand, Delilah held back a look of yuck as she saw the orange soda. Sugary drinks like that were not her favorite. Frankly she didn't like them at all. So she accepted it and set it down on the counter, acting as if she would touch it later. If it happened to be left behind, well, so be it.
The thump against the counter startled her though. Stepping back in shock, she finally let out a laugh. "I think you are being a tad over dramatic. Oh, and it's Delilah Mr.....?" She looked at him expectantly to return the polite answer as her body returned to the counter. Her hands placed down on it as she looked around at the mess. The mess she made...
Hey, it was for a good cause!
But she had still covered nearly half of him and his kitchen in foam. Looking slightly defeated, Delilah nodded once. "I owe you at least the cleaning. As for the cooking, I wonder if after the oven has been cleaned today if you shouldn't wait a few days to use it again? Bake off the chemicals?" Cocking a brow at him as she inquired, rather worried what would happen this time.
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