Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151119225003/@comment-24012109-20151129040216

Touha blinked for a moment, as though something hard hit him in such a way that he didn't really notice it, still felt it. A warning? An omen? He couldn't tell, but he had a feeling Noir was somewhat involved. Noticing her, she seemed to want to vent something on the poor chicken. Poor unfortunate meat.

"Oi, Noir! I'm not even sure if Its more chicken than noodles at this point!", he says as he places his scarred hand over her wrist. "Well, that was good though. Perhaps abit much, but still good."

With a sigh, he reaches into a cobbard and pulls out two regular plates, one for him and one for her ideally.

"Ah, alright. It's about now the pot should be done cooking the pasta. At this point we just turn off the stove, scoop out how much pasta and chicken you want, and eat."