Dinner for.. Two?||Leo

[emmalise]

Technically, she wasn’t supposed to be in the kitchens or any where near them. But that wasn’t going to stop her. She loved to cook, in fact, it was much like a stress reliever for her. If she didn’t have her cello on hand (which was quite often unless she were in her room), she was likely in the kitchen whipping something up delicious and worth while. She was never really sure where she got her knack for cooking, seeing as he mother always had the chef around for that, but she was good at it, so she kept with it. Hell, even all of the foster mothers that she had went through, none of them were good at cooking either. But she didn’t want to think about them… too many bad memories were boil to the surface, and she was actually having a good day.

Emma-Lise had actually had an amazing day. There were no surprises or random occurences, everything went according to plan and she hadn’t had a single episode or mental break down. Hell, she was even dressed adorably with her make-up all set and gorgeous. Yes, she was only fifteen, but she enjoyed dressing up and putting on make-up. At least, just enough to enhance her eyes, none of that awful black eyeliner that made one look like a raccoon. In fact, she was wearing a pair of dark denim skinny jeans, that rippled slightly at the bottom of her calves with a cute pale pink, silk button up blouse that ruffled some and was tight around her chest and stomach. Her shoes were ballet flats, off white in color with a grey buckle across the toe. Vera Wang. Her favorite designer. Her make-up was done in a neutral fashion, soft tans and light browns with a light pink gloss on her lips. The entire outfit was tied together with the current off white apron she was wearing. At least it was one of her own, and a cute one at that, with it’s lace lining and small frame.

Emma made her way through the kitchen, grabbing ingredients here and there and placing them on the island near the center. She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to make yet, but she’d likely throw something together. In fact, cake sounded amazing at the moment. Oh, German chocolate maybe? With a delicious coconut and pecan frosting. That would be delicious. Maybe a chicken alfredo to start it off though? She nodded at the thought, throwing her wavy blonde hair up into a messy ponytail that bobbed along behind her as she threw the ingredients for the cake together. Whipping it up, she poured it into a pan and placed it into one of the preheated ovens. Smiling, happily, she moved on to the alfredo.

Putting the noodles on the stove to boil, she placed the previously chopped up chicken breast into a pan to sear it, and then started up on the sauce itself. With three pots going along with the oven, she was on a roll. And she loved every moment of it. She hadn’t quite seen how long she had been in the kitchens, nor did she really mind, but everything was coming together perfectly. She mixed the sauce up with the chicken and noodles and went to place it into a large green serving dish. She wasn’t planning on serving anyone, in fact, she didn’t think anyone would even be willing to join her, but needless, she had a small table set up, with all the fixings and was going to enjoy a nice dinner by herself.

Tags: Leo!
Notes: I literally had to stop myself from going on and on… My muse is outrageous for her right now. XD
Listening To: Sherlock Holmes

[galileokahn]

unlike the majority of hawthorne students, galileo was actually interested in his future after graduation. he cared about his grades and his well being. galileo didn't want to have to end up like his mother, a woman who had spent a lot of her adult life in poverty and luckily made it big. in fact, that was the exact opposite of what leo wanted to have to go through in life. he wanted to attend a highly respected university and get a job as a highly respected person. in fact, he wanted all of his time at hawthorne to be a distant memory after it had passed. galileo wanted to lead a normal, successful life. although that was highly improbable for someone with the same demeanor and disorder as himself, leo did manage to have a dream of being normal. (beyond, yanno, having fourteen wives and thirty-six sons all named jebediah.) he wanted to get over his problem and just move on. of course, galileo would always be an asshole. that's just who he was meant to be. but perhaps, maybe, he could be a successful asshole? however, in order to be successful, one must try. galileo often spent nights on wikipedia, randomly looking up shit that may or may not apply to himself or his future. usually, it was just job and college research. leo was pretty smart, he didn't really worry about "studying".

during one of these all nighters, galileo decided he was hungry. galileo was always hungry. he could do nothing but eat all day for the rest of his life. he loved nothing more than food. food, and of course, babes. and babes that made food. babes that made food were probably leo's favorite things in the whole world. if leo had ever met a girl that made exceptional food, he'd promptly propose engagement. ninety percent of the time, that proposal would be rejected and an immediate slap to the face would follow. (occasionally, galileo pondered whether there was a permanent hand mark on his right cheek from all of the slaps he had received.) he'd met one girl in the chat, however. she wasn't as forceful and bitchy as all of the other girls, who seemed to be on a permanent menstruation. she was quieter and came off as nervous, but damn. dash made some damn good food. of course, leo had asked for her hand in marriage and she declined. but it wasn't the rude, boastful kind of decline galileo was used to. it was softer, sweeter. for some reason, galileo liked that. and he thought he liked spunk.

as he walked through the dimly lit halls of hawthorne, galileo wondered what on earth he was going to make himself upon arriving in the kitchen. leo was pretty used to that area by then. about once or twice a day, at least one girl was nice enough to make him a sandwich. and then, of course, they'd insult him two hours later. it's not like leo actually gave a fuck what people thought of him, anyway. he was just happy that someone made him a sandwich. as the kitchen was closer, leo inhaled the slight scent of italian sauce. "who the fuck cooks like that around here?" he thought, secretly praying whoever it was was a girl. it'd just be awkward if whoever was a guy. galileo tended not to get along with guys too well. their masculinity was easily insulted and they were always bitching about something. actually, that's how it was with everyone. everyone was too easily insulted and everyone was constantly bitching about something. galileo took a deep breath as he opened the door to the kitchen. and what did he see? boiling noodles and meat and all sorts of other things that looked interestingly delicious. "oh my god. all of this, for me, dash?"



@ andi with dash.
six hundred forty four words
i have no idea what the hell i was talking about the whole time i was writing this. it's twelve thirty in the morning. PLZ FORGIVE??11!!?!

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[emmalise]

Emma-Lise had just about finished up the main course and couldn't wait to chow down on it. The cake still had about ten minutes left on it, which meant she was right on track. She mixed it all together and went to turn around and place it on the table when she heard someone speak. Not just anyone, but a boy. And boy she knew. That didn't stop her from freaking out though. Her body went rigid, quivering slightly as she nearly dropped the pasta on the floor. She quickly grabbed for it, holding it tightly in her grasp. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to- I mean, I shouldn't have almost dropped- I'm sorry." Her voice was soft, with a slight shake to it.

She had recognized him from the chat as well as when he showed up to her room for some raviolli that she had made. He seemed like an jerk in the chat, at least to the other people, but not so much to her. It was a nice change from the usual yelling and beating that she was used to from most men. With her head hanging slighty low, she raised one hand and tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear. Guys always made her so nervous. To the point where she wouldn't know what to say but just do as she was told and pray that she didn't do anything wrong.

Slowly but surely, she made her way toward the set table and placed the large green bowl near the center. Raising her head to look at him ever so slightly, she looked up and into his face for just a second before looking back down at her twisting hands near her stomach. "Uhm, you may, uh, have as much as you'd like, Leo. There's a cake in the oven as well, if you, uhm, would like some of that as well." Her dainty fingers continued to twist and twirl around each other as she spoke. It was always so much easier to talk to people over a computer screen rather than in person. She was always just so... nervous and scared.

Tags: Leo!
Notes: Hahaha, your post was awesome. Don't even worry about it.
Listening To: Hellraiser- Ozzy