[For a moment, Angel was lost in his own little world gathering all the supplies he needed. Pots, pans, knifes, cutting board, you name it. All four of his hands went straight to work. The last time he cooked was when Al had that nasty hangover after his first night. The rude prick was less than grateful for his hangover cure so the spider guessed he had been stubborn ever since to cook for his roomie.
Reaching inside the box to wash the fresh produce before slicing Mammon's comment brought him back to earth. Was it Mammon's imagination or was the spider's cheeks a bit pinker than normal?]
Oi, watch it. I got a knife. [Angel flashed the sharp utensil at the other before he went back to slicing.] If ya got time to run your mouth, you got time to help me boil some water.
no subject
Reaching inside the box to wash the fresh produce before slicing Mammon's comment brought him back to earth. Was it Mammon's imagination or was the spider's cheeks a bit pinker than normal?]
Oi, watch it. I got a knife. [Angel flashed the sharp utensil at the other before he went back to slicing.] If ya got time to run your mouth, you got time to help me boil some water.