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Post by Roberto Da Costa on May 7, 2006 10:11:53 GMT -5
Roberto strolled into the kitchen with a frown on his face. He hadn't found anything better to do last night than lie on his bed and listen to music. He had to find something better to do, his CD player was going through batteries like crazy.
He opened the fridge and suddenly an idea hit him. Roberto was a fantastic cook, and he decided that he would make breakfast for everyone. Hey maybe it was a crazy idea, and maybe he was a little delirious thinking that he could pull this off, but he was going to do it anyway. Now, where to start...
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on May 7, 2006 10:15:00 GMT -5
He laughed manaically to himself as he started pulling random ingredients from the fridge and the cupboards. If anyone were to walk in on this scene they would think that Roberto was coming unglued. And maybe he was, but he didn't care anymore.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on May 7, 2006 10:22:46 GMT -5
Roberto thought about what a lovely suprise this would be for everyone as he began to mix things together in a haphazardly fashion. He turned on the stove and started to put things on that too, confident that everything would turn out scrumptious. In fact because no one was looking he started to dance a little while he was moving around the kitchen.
He laughed a little too loudly for his own good, but he couldn't help it he was having way to much fun.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on May 7, 2006 10:30:41 GMT -5
Roberto breathed the interesting aroma he was creating, with great gusto. All he had to do now was wait for everything to be finished. He plodded over to the table and took a seat. He started drumming his fingers impatiently on the table as he waited.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on May 7, 2006 10:42:07 GMT -5
This was taking much to long, he had to do something to entertain himself. So Roberto started to sing, softly at first, but getting louder with every word until he was singing "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls at the top of his lungs.
"I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby But you keep fronting Saying what you going to do to me BUT I AIN'T SEEN NOTHIN'!!!!"
It was a mystery why Roberto even knew that song in the first place, even to him. It was funny how his accent carried over into his singing too, but did he care? Not a lick! He simply bobbed his head of messy hair along with the song while he waited for the food to cook.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on May 7, 2006 10:56:46 GMT -5
"Ah," Roberto said suddenly, grinning widely, "It's finished."
He got up from the table and grabbed a bunch of plates from the cupboard. He piled them with food and started arranging them on the table until there was an assortment of waffles, bacon, omlettes, pancakes, and any other kind of brekfast food you can imagine.
Roberto cleaned up the mess in the kitchen rather quickly, smiling while he rinsed out various pots and pans.
Everyone in his family had wanted him to be a chef, but his mutant powers had kind of made that dream dissappear. When he was done cleaning he stood back and looked at the table with a satisfied smirk on his face. All this work had tired him out though, so he decided to go back to his room. Before leaving, though, he left a note on the table for everyone.
It read: 'Here's some food. Eat it. Sincerely Roberto.'
Roberto was whistling as he left the kitchen, whistling something that sounded a little like "Buttons"...Who knows maybe this day would be alright after all. He might even go in the pool later.
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Post by Paige Guthrie on May 7, 2006 12:44:14 GMT -5
Paige hummed and stretched on her way to the kitchen. She stopped short at the sight infront of her. Food. Real FOOD! The teen ran over to the table and picked up the note. "Roberto, my new bestest best friend." The blonde muttered under her breath and began to fill a plate with all her favorite food. Waffles, eggs and sausage.
"So, who is Roberto..." She mused aloud as she ate her food.
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