Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[withoutverona]

After rummaging through the cabinets, Levon -- who looked strangely like Romeo in a cheap velvet blazer -- had assembled a lot of pudding.

Perhaps not exactly $240 worth, but a lot of pudding all the same.

Which he was diligently cooking, chilling, dancing near, and whispering sweet nothings to.

"Oh baby, you know you got it goin' on. Aw, you lookin' so good, you lookin' so right. Awwwww, yeah."

From the table, a droid baby -- "Barry" -- whispered sweet encouragement that only "Levon" could hear.

"Levon" grinned at the growing mound of pudding. This would be a very good night.

[OOC: CR and, duh, open. Video documentation encouraged.]

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[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé wandered into the common room, leaning in a bit. Curious at the noise.

"Are you cooking?" she asked. A bit disconcerted by the jacket, as well.

[withoutverona]

"Aww yeah, baby," "Levon" said from his post near the stove. "I cook, and then I chill. Tell her, Barry."

He shot a look at a wee droid propped on the couch.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé looked from Romeo to "Barry" and back again, before nodding.

"I see," she said calmly. "Thank you for that verification, Barry. You seem to do both marvelously. The cooking and the chilling."

[withoutverona]

"That's what I do, awww yeah," Levon said with a grin. "I got a lot of fiiiiiiine pudding to cook and chill with, if ya know what I'm sayin'."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka walked in and stared. "Now, THAT'S a lot of pudding."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"I believe I do. Your jacket is spectacularly suited for that," she said. "Is it new?"

[withoutverona]

"Awwww yeah!" Levon agreed. "High five me, bro, for puttin' together such a luscious mound of puddin'." He approached Sokka, one hand up for the high five.

[withoutverona]

Levon shot her a "duh" look. "Thank you, baby. But nah, it's not new. Who's gonna spend money on clothes when you can save it up, and buy $240 worth of pudding?"

He spun, perhaps to the music in his head, perhaps to display the jacket. "And besides, puddin' don't care about fancy new clothes."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Grinning, Sokka gave him the high five, and then followed through with the swing. "Down low!"

With a smirk, he asked, "So. Bro. Ro-MAY-O. Are you just bored, or were you bitten?"

[withoutverona]

Grinning, Levon gave the high fives, and would have requested one behind the back if Sokka hadn't asked his question.

Which he only understood about half of, but that was not unusual for Levon. Few appreciated his devotion to pudding.

"Who could be bored with all this puddin'?" he asked, clearly rhetorically, gyrating toward the mound of pudding he was building in a corner of the room. "When I see puddin' like this, I just gotta whisper my sweet nothings to it."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow peered into the common room. "Do I smell dessert of a creamy yet not flan-like nature?'

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"You ... spent two hundred and forty dollars on pudding?" Naminé asked.

Romeo was going to be very upset when he was himself again. If in fact this was Fandom-induced crazy, and ... for his sake, she hoped it was.

[withoutverona]

Levon shook his hips in a disco-ish way before answering the redhead. "If you mean pudding, baby, you sure do smell it, awww yeah. Almost $240 worth of it."

[withoutverona]

"That's none of your nevermind," Levon said, jocularly enough. "But nah, most of it was already in these cupboards, just waiting for someone to come around and appreciate it, awww yeah." He helpfully gestured up at the ransacked kitchen cabinets.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Is that because that's the amount you purchased or because you actually got closer to $300 but $60 of it is scentless?" Willow asked.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"SWEET NOTHINGS???" Sokka stared some more. DEFINITELY a gremlin bite.

"All right, then. We've got pudding. We've got us. Where's the spoons?"

[withoutverona]

That flew completely over Levon's head, yes. "Awww yeah," he said, in lieu of an actual response. "It's a lotta puddin."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Is it Purim pudding?" Willow asked.

[withoutverona]

"Awww, baby, you don't wanna molest this sweet pudding with a spoon!" Levon protested, moving closer to the mound of dessert.

Loudly, he whispered to it, "Pay him no mind, we ain't gonna stick spoons in you, puddin' sugar."

[withoutverona]

"It's pudding. It's whatever you want it to be, baby. Puddin's nice like that, awww yeah." And there was more dancing after this statement.

Levon raised an eyebrow at her. "I suppose you want to know if you can lick the spoon." He said this as though it was a filthy suggestion.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Well now I am, sure," Willow said.

[withoutverona]

"Barry," Levon asked the droid baby propped on the couch, "can this fiiiiiine chickadee lick the spoon?"

Apparently Barry said yes, because Levon offered a spoon coated in butterscotch pudding to Willow. "We don't let just anybody lick the spoon when we have $240 worth of puddin'," he explained. "But you seem like a young lady who appreciates her desserts, awww yeah."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka shrugged and stepped forward, intending to dip a finger into the pudding.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Wait - just the one spoon?" Willow asked. "Doesn't that get kinda germy?"

[withoutverona]

Levon threw himself between Sokka and the pudding. "Do you just go up to a lady and stick your finger in her?" he demanded. "You gotta court the pudding, gotta whisper sweet nothings to it. Let it know how much you love it, awww yeah."