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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 3, 2006 23:55:08 GMT -5
Roberto walked back into the kitchen, a lot more calm than he had been a few minutes ago. He began to wash up the dishes when an idea hit him. To make up what happened to Tabitha he decided to make some brownies of his own. He smiled at this splendid idea as he finished cleaning. He never liked cooking in a dirty kitchen so only when every bowl was put away, he started pulling out all the things he would need.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 0:02:26 GMT -5
As he satrted mixing the brownie batter, he started to hum happily to himself. For some reason whenever he started to cook he became musically inclined. He gained confidence with evry stir until his humming turned into singing. Loud singing.
"Promiscuous girl Wherever you are I’m all alone And it's YOU that I want!" he sang in a high falsetto, that was strangely on key. "Promiscuous" had been stuck in his head all day and this was his way of coping, by sharing it with the world.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 0:04:21 GMT -5
He put the brownies in the oven and sighed happily as he waited for the delicious treats to cook. He sat at the table and stared anxiously at the oven. He wasn't going to let anyone get near them as long as he was watching.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 0:15:09 GMT -5
The timer finally dinged, the sign that the brownies were finished. He smiled and pulled the tray out of the microwave, inhaling the hevanly scent of the brownies. He plopped them down on the counter carefully. Now came the tricky part. He needed to get Tabitha, but he knew that if he left the room someone was bound to gobble up the yummy treats.
He puzzled over what to do until he decided to just scream. "TABITHA!!!!!!! COME DOWN HERE!!!!" he called at the top of his lungs, hoping that she would come down.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 0:27:09 GMT -5
Roberto grinned when he heard her answer, and he waited patiently for her to come into the kitchen. This was sure to brighten her day.
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Post by Tabby on Jun 4, 2006 0:27:30 GMT -5
Tabby stormed into the kitchen glaring daggers at Roberto. "What the hell do you want?" She snapped, then looked around the room. He had cleaned the kitchen...and made new brownies? Her eyes softened and a small smile tugged at her lips as she brought her gaze back to his.
"You made me brownies?" Tabby asked in disbelief.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 0:33:37 GMT -5
"Yes," he answered proudly as he walked over to the cabinet. He pulled out two plates and held one out to Tabitha.
"I don't know if they'll be as good as yours, but hey, brownies are brownies," he said with a friendly grin.
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Post by Tabby on Jun 4, 2006 0:40:20 GMT -5
Tabby smiled, taking the plate from him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's the thought that counts?" She asked him, laughing. "And I'm sure they're fine. I mean, how can anyone screw up brownies?"
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 0:43:27 GMT -5
Roberto shrugged as he started to pile three brownies, one after the other, onto his plate. He turned and sat down at the table and just stared at the brownies, taking in the sight of them and all their glory.
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Post by Tabby on Jun 4, 2006 0:47:45 GMT -5
Tabby just shook her head as she watched Roberto pile the brownies on his plate, then just stare at them as if they were the most precious things on earth. She placed two on her own plate then took a seat at the table across from him.
Tabitha picked one of them up and bit into it, savoring it's taste like she had that cigarette; although she had to admit the brownie was much better. "These are great." Tabby told him after she swallowed.
"So, why'd you decide to make these?" She asked good-naturedly after a few moments of eating in silence.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 0:53:01 GMT -5
Roberto broke out of his love stare session with the brownies when he heard Tabitha ask him a question.
"Oh I don't know...I just came in here to clean, and it just seemed like a good time to make brownies," Roberto said as he picked up one of the brownies, turning it over in his hand as he admired its texture and shape.
And then, without warning, he crammed the whole thing into his mouth with one swift motion. He chewed thoughtfully, wondering what to do when he finished in here.
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Post by Tabby on Jun 4, 2006 0:57:55 GMT -5
Tabitha nodded, taking another bite of her brownie. She glanced over at Roberto again when he was finished talking, only to witness him cram one of the brownies into his mouth.
Tabby grinned, shaking her head as she stood up from the table and walking over to the fridge. She grabbed the milk and set it on the counter before grabbing two glasses from a cabinet. "Milk?" She questioned, already pouring some into each glass.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 1:01:38 GMT -5
"That would be lovely," he said before realizing how retarded that sounded. Random spurts of properness were not something he was used to having.
"I mean yeah," he said gruffly, trying to cover that slip of politeness.
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Post by Tabby on Jun 4, 2006 1:05:04 GMT -5
Tabby picked up the two glasses of milk and headed over to the table, pausing only after his first answer. "Lovely?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow and grinning. She shook her head in amusement and continued over to the table, setting one glass down in front of Roberto before sitting back down with her own.
Tabitha finished off her brownie, sipping her milk occasionally, all the while keeping an eye on Roberto. "So, what're you doin' after this?" She asked; sure it may have seemed a bit random, but she couldn't really think of anything else to say off-hand.
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Post by Roberto Da Costa on Jun 4, 2006 1:08:12 GMT -5
After downing the entire glass of milk and finishing off another brownie Roberto answered, "I don't really know. I can never find anything to do around here..."
He wiped the milk of of his top lip with the back of his sleeve and stared at the empty glass, trying to think of something to do.
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