IC INBOX: INUGAMI

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“Uh, hello. You've reached Keisuke... I’m sorry, but I’m not able to pick up right now. Leave me a message and I'll try to call back. Um... thanks, bye.”

[VOICE CALL, TEXT MESSAGING, AND PHOTO SHARING IS ENABLED ON THIS CELL PHONE.]

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[canoodle]

Oh!

[ her startled squeak quickly turns into a note of excitement, the tender moment they'd shared shattered effortlessly by a need much more basic than human touch and comfort — hunger.

not that dal dal herself is particularly hungry, but she'd worked fairly hard at these cookies, and is eager to see whether or not they'd been a success. ]

You're not busy, are you, Keisuke? You have to sample these for me and tell me how they turned out!

[ she plucks up the oven mitts from the counter near her work station, bustling about to take the baking sheet out of the oven. there is a rush of heat that fans her face and legs when she opens the oven door, but with it comes that telltale smell of freshly baked goods, too — sugar and butter and everything terrible for you. ]

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No, not at all...

[And his eyes are a little bright, a tiny bit intent, as he watches her maneuver to take the cookies out of the oven. He takes a half a step back when she opens the oven, a little unprepared for the arid rush of heat, but he's drawn right back in like a fly to honey as she draws the cookies out and sets them on the counter.

He hovers overhead, glancing to Dal Dal with a small, nervous smile.] This part's the worst, right...? They're done but - too hot.

[He continues to hover with the occasional fidget, apparently impatient in this final bit of waiting.]