Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151119225003/@comment-24012109-20151129030543

"It ain't good for the psych to be all full-drive, y'know. Sometimes a day like this helps put things into perspective, and shit."

Turning off the burner to the slab, the ready chicken slowly calmed down while still being hot. He turned to Noir and grinned. It was certainly a different look, even if she was trying to hide it. Maybe she really didn't know how to took.

"All that's left is to chop the cooked chicken into bits, which I'll let you do. Maybe next time we get a day off I'll show you how to make a 'good' sandwich.", he said as he grabbed an ordinary kitchen knife and handed it to Noir.

"'sides, things you cook well enough far goes beyond just eating basic things. It can be as much of a hobby as something that might save ya. Also. Don't think I didn't see ya face red and all.", he stuck out his tongue at her.