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Sergio rolled his eyes once more. Lover boy. Really out of all the silly nicknames she could have given him, that was the one she choose for him. Maybe he should have never showed his distaste for the nickname in the first place, but it was far too late for that. He watched her disappear into the darkness. He shook his head, but a smirk played on his lips anyways. "So this is how it's going to be, huh?" He questioned the darkness, as she had already snuck away. Following suit, he didn't really care for sticking to the shadows. After a moment of wandering around and messing with a few things, he walked into the main court. It contained a few random arcade games that were all powered off. Wandering around he managed to find the power box. Switching a few random switches, the games powered on. Satisfied with himself, he walked over to one that had a simple joy stick and button. Glancing around he tried to spot Hannah. There was no way in hell he was going to find her in this huge building. He found playing around on the arcade games far more interesting. Squinting his eyes at the darkness, one last time, "Hannah, you're missing out big time." He called out. She probably couldn't even hear him. Walking over to it, he began playing. After a moment, he got really into it. He bit his lip in concentration as he moved his character around with the joy stick. |
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With how dark it was around her, she strained her eyes as she watched him follow her deeper into the building. Hannah trailed behind him, keeping plenty of distance between them to keep herself hidden. She watched with slight confusion as he wandered around the arcade games, jumping slightly as the lights turned on and the quiet sounds of the machines echoed through the silent building. Rolling her eyes, she bit back a smile. “Child” she muttered to herself. Looking around her, a plan slowly formulated in her head. Smirking to herself, she looked around. Walking into the main part of the mall, she stuck near the closed doors of the various shops until she reached a fast food place. The logo was too dark for her to read, climbing up onto the counter, she dropped down on the other side, wincing at the slight sound echoing from her shoes. Hannah glanced around, but gave up as she couldn’t see what she was looking for, or anything really. Feeling around on the counter she found a great substitute. Smiling, she slid the small box off the counter, making her way back over to the other side again. Heading back to where she had been before, she moved past it, dropping down beside a table just close enough to him for what she was planning to do. Leaning above the table slightly, she tossed the box at him, stifling a laugh when it hit him. “You sure I’m the one missing out?” she asked slyly. |
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Feeling something hit his back, he glanced over his shoulder. Eyebrows furrowed as he looked for whatever hit him. Looking back at the bright screen he watched as his character was sliced to death. He groaned, throwing his hands up. The words "Game Over" displayed on the screen in big font. A dramatic music theme played as well. Whipping around to look at Hannah, he glared at her. "You made me lose!" He whined like a child. "I was so close to fighting the Boss!" He grumbled, but dragged his feet towards her table. Glancing down at his feet, to see what she had threw at him. He couldn't make out what it was in the darkness, but reluctantly picked it up. Tossing his large body into the seat across from Hannah, he squinted his eyes at the box. He spun around in his large hands. "What the hell is this?" He slide it back over to her. Crossing his arms on the table, he gazed at her. He couldn't really make out her familiar features, but obviously it was her. He leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it was that she made him lose his game for. It had better be worth it or he'd be pissed. Although it was dark, he could still make out the familiar places in the main court. Like the food places that were on the sides of the main seatings. He debating on slipping into the kitchen to his favorite food place and whipping himself up something to eat. A fighter got hungry after his big victory. Dragging his gaze back to Hannah and her special box. |
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Hannah had been sitting at the table, her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing as he whined about losing his game. As he approached the table she’d been at, she stayed quiet, still fighting laughter. She glanced at the box that he had slid over the table, glancing at it momentarily before looking back up at him. “It’s a box?” she told him, slightly confused. “You did go to Kindergarten, right? You should know what a box is” she continued. If she were to be completely honest, she didn’t even have a reason for annoying him, other than for the purpose of annoying him. She watched him quietly for another few moments, before shrugging, getting up. She wandered through the tables slightly, climbing up onto one of the chairs, stepping up onto a table. She stepped from the table onto one next to it, climbing up onto a dividing wall between two different areas, walking along it, she hummed softly. She sat down on the edge of it, her legs dangling off the side. Hannah looked around, bored for a moment. Spotting him once more, she slid to the floor, making her way back over to him, “So, what do you wanna do?” she asked him, sliding back into the chair she had previously been sitting in. “If you want food, go get it. It’s not like there’s anyone here to stop you” she told him, noticing his glances. |
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Sergio narrowed his eyes at her. He did about the most childish thing there was in the book. He mimicked her, except he exaggerated it. Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his seat. Swinging his hand into the box, he sent it flying. He half expected her to have some reason for it, but now seeing she didn't he was mildly annoyed. He lost his game for this? "I know what a damn box is." He muttered bitterly. "Can't believe you made me lose for that bullshit." He grumbled once more. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glanced around. When Hannah made a move to get up, he watched her for a moment, as she walked around. A small smile creeping up on his lips, but he fought it. He was suppose to be upset with her. Watching her come back to the table, he gazed at her. "This is kinda lame. Thought it would be more exciting." He admitted. There wasn't much they could do with the power off. Who knows where the power boxes even were. He glanced back over to the small kitchen, "I just might." He stood up and made his way over to the kitchen. Hopping over the counter he slide past the registers. Pushing further into the kitchen, he glanced around. Now for the light switch. Spotting it, he flipped it on. He blinked at the bright light, but soon his eyes got used to it. Walking around he began switching things on. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted an apron hanging in the corner. Snatching it off it's hook, he slipped it on. "Chef Serg." He muttered to himself, very much like a child. |
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Hannah watched as he got up, making his way over to the kitchen. After a few moments, she watched the lights flickering on. The light illuminating the large room she was in, the kitchen he’d entered being almost the only light in the whole building. She looked back at the box on the ground, smiling to herself. It was amusing the way he’d gotten so mad about losing his game because of her. Hannah couldn’t tell if he was serious or if it was satire, but either way, it was quite funny to her. She noticed him putting the apron on and held her hand over her mouth, muffling her laughter. Hannah slid off the chair, walking off to the kitchen where he was. She climbed up onto the counter, before sitting on it, her legs dangling off the edge as she watched him. Hannah looked once more at the apron and burst out laughing once again, not even bothering to try and fight it anyway. He looked ridiculous and he should know that. She tapped her hand on the counter softly, glancing around the kitchen. Sliding off the counter, she looked around, glancing around as she watched him. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at him again while he was wearing the ridiculous apron. “Well, lover boy, show me your skills as a culinary master,” she told him, biting back the laughter. Hannah stood next to him, leaning against a cupboard as she watched him. “And here I thought, that maybe, just maybe, you were better than me. But look at you now, a sweet little kitten making food for me” she teased him, getting her payback for his childish reaction to this box. But even with how badly she wanted to be glaring at him, she couldn’t help but smile, the whole situation being too amusing not to. |
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The oil in the pan hissed at him, as he poured it. He'd gathered a handful of ingredients and dumped them on the counter. Waiting for the oil to heat up some more, he began chopping up the vegetables. Surprisingly, he looked like he knew what he was doing. Almost skillful with the knife. Living with a house full of women, learning the cooking trait was forced on him. If anything, it was him who made the food in the house. So he had his fair share of knowledge on some recipes. One look at him, one would think he didn't have a lick of skill in the kitchen. Sergio glanced over his shoulder, as he heard Hannah's laugh. He narrowed his eyes at her. He figured she was either laughing at his apron, or the fact that he was cooking. The bad boy cooking? Who would have thought. Turning back to his chopping, "Don't be mad at my fit because it's better than yours." He teased. A smile plastered on his face, as he kept his focus on the colorful vegetables in front of him. He glanced at her for a moment, as she came up to stand next to him. Finishing up cutting the bell peppers and onions, he set the knife down. Snatching a yellow bell pepper slice he took a bit out of it. Grabbing another slice, he glanced at Hannah, he wiggled the slice of bell pepper in front of her. Then proceeded to shove if at her lips, then tossed it into her hair. He laughed. It was simply payback. Moving onto the meat, he began cutting it into smaller pieces, "Pfft, you really thought I was going to share my food with you? You're dead wrong." A smirk playing on his lips, as he peered at her through his lashes. Picking up his cutting board he poured the meat into the pan. It sizzled. "Gordon Ramfuck ain't got shit on me." He joked, as he did a chef's kiss to none other than himself. He stirred the meat around making sure it was getting cooked evenly. |
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Hannah’s mouth almost fell open as he walked around, gathering the things he needed and beginning to chop them up. She was shocked he even knew what half of those things were, let alone how to use them and cook them into a meal. But she kept her composure, watching him almost silently as he went about his business. Hannah laughed at his comment, but rolled her eyes. “That apron is not doing you any favours, darling,” she teased back. Shaking her head, she slid herself up on top of the tabletop behind her, watching next to him as he cooked. As he messed with the bell pepper in front of her face, she pulled it out of her hair, whining. Tossing it at him, she watched it hit him, before falling to the floor. “Good thing it isn’t yours then, huh?” Hannah replied, giving him a knowing look. Besides, she never specified that he would be sharing with her. Sliding back down, she moved behind him, dramatically leaning over him to snatch another piece of bell pepper off the countertop, quickly biting it, if only to be annoying. Hannah looked around for a moment, almost bored. Moving away from the kitchen, she ventured back over to the main room, glancing around before finding what she was looking for. She made her way over to the fast food place, climbing over the counter. She fumbled around for a moment before finding the light switch. Flicking it on, she blinked in the harsh light. Finding a fridge, she looked at it for a moment, before opening it, grabbing a bottle of Coke out of the fridge, and closing it once more. Hannah flicked the lights back off, going back over to the kitchen. There, she saw the box lying on the floor, placing the bottle on the table. She grabbed it off the floor, going back to the kitchen. Standing outside, she used the counter as protection. Tossing the box once more at him. “Are you done yet?” she asked, smirking. |
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Without looking at her he didn't miss a beat, "That's what a jealous person would say." He shot back. He wouldn't admit it, but he knew he looked ridiculous. The apron was even too small on him, but it made him feel some kind of way so that was all that mattered. He would simply try his very best to ignore Hannah and her comments, as he cooked. The male was starved, having lost much energy from his big fight. Seeing as they hadn't stopped to get food, this was the only way to hold down his hunger. Just as he was grabbing his freshly cut bell peppers, Hannah's hand came into vision as she snatched a bell pepper, he swatted at her. "That's wasteful." He grumbled looking down at the bell pepper on the ground, as if he hadn't thrown it first. Just like that his mind was on other things. Leaving the meat to cook, he looked for a few more ingredients around the kitchen. He began opening cupboards like a mad man on a mission. He needed his spices. Finally, he found them and searched for the ones he needed. Back to his pan he seasoned it. Feeling a familiar object hit him, he cursed. Slowly turning around, he zeroed in on Hannah. "That's real cute." He narrowed his eyes at her. Grabbing the closest thing to him, he chucked it at her. It happened to be a handful of sauce packets. He laughed, before he ran to the other side of the kitchen. Wooden spoon in hand, as if that could save him from whatever Hannah's move was next. |
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Hannah laughed at his reaction, smiling genuinely for the first time in a while. “Awh, you think I’m cute?” she mocked, clearly joking. She knew he did. She watched, and felt, the packets of sauce hitting her and her mouth opened in mock offense. “Wow. I cannot believe you would do something like that” she muttered. Hannah climbed back over the counter, moving over towards him, subtly grabbing a ladle from an open drawer as she passed by it. Her eyes flicked down to the wooden spoon, and she could barely hold back her laughter. She gestured to it, “You think that’s gonna protect you?” Approaching him, she watched him for a moment, taking the moment to just study him, the way he was almost backed into a defensive position, the spoon held out at her in defense. The ridiculous apron was still on his body. This was by far the last thing she thought would be happening when she’d agreed to break into the mall with him. But she wasn’t even mad about it, having actual wholehearted fun, it was better than them literally trying to get the other killed with their challenge. Hannah walked over to him, standing barely an arms length away. She poked at his side with the ladle, repeatedly. She wondered how long it would take for it to annoy him, after all, he didn’t really have the greatest patience in the world. His temper was no joke, but it was amusing all the same. Hannah continued to prod him with the ladle, a slight smirk on her face as she grabbed the end of the spoon, gripping onto the handle to stop him from hitting her with it or whatever he had planned to do. “What’s wrong, lover boy?” she teased. |
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Fall Month: 3 
Day Weather: 
Hurricane
