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tampered2009-01-28 01:34 am
i-themagician.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2009-01-28 01:34 am
log; in progress
When; RIGHT NOW Tuesday, January 27th, late evening.
Rating; G, hopefully - there are children present.
Characters; Hikaru (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redstrength), Clow (i_themagician), Yuuko (divinated), and anyone who might happen to be in Hikaru's apartment.
Summary; Clow makes some waffles, and probably no one but him remembers why.
Log;
The familiar aroma of hot batter and fruit wafted out of the kitchen, as did the sounds of someone humming under his breath as things sizzled or other things were chopped. Kitchen noises, punctuated by flourishes in the melody and manner of the cook, who was working a bit too quickly and with such precise timing that assisting him was unthinkable.
"Almost ready~!" Clow called out to the next room, looking to assuage the impatience that he thought must have been gathering in there. He hadn't taken too long, really, but any given amount of time seems to pass that much more slowly when you can smell food that is not technically available yet. At least, that was his theory.
Rating; G, hopefully - there are children present.
Characters; Hikaru (
redstrength), Clow (i_themagician), Yuuko (divinated), and anyone who might happen to be in Hikaru's apartment.Summary; Clow makes some waffles, and probably no one but him remembers why.
Log;
The familiar aroma of hot batter and fruit wafted out of the kitchen, as did the sounds of someone humming under his breath as things sizzled or other things were chopped. Kitchen noises, punctuated by flourishes in the melody and manner of the cook, who was working a bit too quickly and with such precise timing that assisting him was unthinkable.
"Almost ready~!" Clow called out to the next room, looking to assuage the impatience that he thought must have been gathering in there. He hadn't taken too long, really, but any given amount of time seems to pass that much more slowly when you can smell food that is not technically available yet. At least, that was his theory.