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Post by otakulady89 on Feb 14, 2012 13:57:13 GMT -5
Isabella smiled like a saint and nodded, "Of course he can help, dear." She offered Matt a knife, since most little boys she knew liked to play with sharp things. "Would you like to cut up some vegetables for me?"
Matt of course went wide eyed in terror, and laughed nervously, "O-Oh, no thank you ma'am. I'm a HUGE klutz... I-I'd get blood all over your nice kitchen." He held up his hands in placation. "I could... maybe stir something?"
Isabella's smile dimmed just a bit, and she laughed nervously too. "W-Well... I don't have anything like that for you to do... just YET... But when I get the bread out of the oven, you could set it on the table?"
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Post by Fateful on Feb 14, 2012 14:51:40 GMT -5
Mello didn't doubt Matt's clumsiness. He had no domestic skills whatsoever, and he knew that his mother was concerned for him. She was trying to be accommodating, but even his mother had her limits. He wondered if she'd start to hate Matt, and a fear inside him started to burn, ebbing away at his nerve, making him wonder if he could hide that he was gay... He hated himself for worrying about this, but he couldn't help but feel that he would do something stupid, running to Matt's aid and end up exposing them both.
It... It would end horribly, he knew. But yet he couldn't resist watching Matt out of the corner of his eyes. Could... could he even SET a table?
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Post by otakulady89 on Feb 17, 2012 8:01:54 GMT -5
Releif flooded Matt's face, and green eyes brightened. "Y-Yeah! I could do that. L-Lemme just set the whole table for you, okay?" He offered, cheerily, trying to make up for his earlier faults. He quickly located and memorised where the plates, knives, and cups were, gathering up enough for four people, and setting the table as if he were a pro at this.
He even managed folding Isabella's cloth napkins into pretty little swans! Of course, it was an unneeded touch, but comforting to him to have something to do. Isabella finished the bread, putting it on the table, and Matt snatched that up too.
"Well, turns out your friend is quite the helper! Ah, Mello, dear, would you put that in a bowl and put it on the table too?" She asked.
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Post by Fateful on Feb 18, 2012 0:38:37 GMT -5
Matt did as he was asked, and Mello be damned, he did an amazing job. A smile met his lips and he resumed doing as his mother asked of him. He didn't bother to glance over his shoulder until he finished and his mother mentioned how helpful Matt was. Turning, Mello chuckled, seeing what his best-friend-and-secret-boyfriend had done. No doubt his father wouldn't find it interesting or even impressive, but his mother was entertained. Truth be told, Mello feared his father's judgement of Matt, but all he needed was his mother's approval and that would pacify him.
After the potatoes were done, he drained then, put in some butter, garlic, and a bit of milk, mashed them, and put them in the bowl that his mother set aside then brought it to the table. He put it near the bread and blue eyes nervously sought out green ones, but he relaxed when he caught sight of Matt's expression.
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