Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

This was getting to be a habit.

Ronan pulled the casserole dish from the oven, and set it on the counter. When he pulled off the lid, the odour of the meatballs, in their savoury, tangy, tomato sauce, escaped and filled the room -- and, if prior experience was any indication, likely the entire building. He pulled a packet of toothpicks out of his basket, setting it beside the casserole, the only kind of utensil for this kind of meal; this was definitely a 'stand, eat, and chat' evening, and there was plenty for anyone who wanted to come by. There were also crackers laid out on a tray. and some sliced peppers, to help round out the meal.


(OOC: And Ronan once again feeds the dorms. :D )

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[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"In a rare occasion to assist in the lightening of the mood," Setsuna countered. "It was a necessary sort of teasing."

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse paused before laughing. "I know."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"See what I mean?" Setsuna couldn't help chuckling herself, although she tried to seem angry. "Teasing me!"

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"You'll just have to get used to it then," Alphonse said, nudging her again.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"I think I should be able to manage," Setsuna decided, choosing to lean against Alphonse with a happy little sigh instead of nudging him back. "Some how. Won't be easy. But I think I can do it."

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"Well, try hard, okay?" Alphonse chuckled, leaning back against her.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Setsuna responded, finding Alphonse's hand again and giving it a squeeze. There was nothing, she was sure of it, that she would allow to ruin this. Nothing...