Reality is a lovely place--
Who: Roxas and Molly
When: Sunday evening
Where: Roxas' "apartment" which is really just some random empty one he thinks he lives in
Summary: Roxas has made dinner and invited Molly over for it in a strange world where he can actually (mostly) cook.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Warnings: fluff, sad Nobody sads from a DIFFERENT PERSON, Roxas being a Brit and cooking that is only mostly good
Roxas isn't a terribly good cook. He can make toast, and he can make cereal which is obviously an accomplishment, and he can boil water and heat up sauce which is why he's terribly proud when he manages to do both without destroying anything. The noodles aren't even sticking together and the sauce (from a jar, but who cares about nuances like that) is not cold or boiling hot, and Roxas has even managed to toast some bread in the oven (he still thinks it's a pity he can't just order a Chinese but such things were foregone when he left London to begin with, after all.)
Now he just waits for Molly in a shirt which is not white, because spaghetti sauce and white shirts and Roxas' penchant for clumsiness do not get along very well at all. The apartment itself is still sparse: he hasn't had much of a chance to move in. At least dinner messily on the counter makes it look a bit more homey than usual.
When: Sunday evening
Where: Roxas' "apartment" which is really just some random empty one he thinks he lives in
Summary: Roxas has made dinner and invited Molly over for it in a strange world where he can actually (mostly) cook.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Warnings: fluff, sad Nobody sads from a DIFFERENT PERSON, Roxas being a Brit and cooking that is only mostly good
Roxas isn't a terribly good cook. He can make toast, and he can make cereal which is obviously an accomplishment, and he can boil water and heat up sauce which is why he's terribly proud when he manages to do both without destroying anything. The noodles aren't even sticking together and the sauce (from a jar, but who cares about nuances like that) is not cold or boiling hot, and Roxas has even managed to toast some bread in the oven (he still thinks it's a pity he can't just order a Chinese but such things were foregone when he left London to begin with, after all.)
Now he just waits for Molly in a shirt which is not white, because spaghetti sauce and white shirts and Roxas' penchant for clumsiness do not get along very well at all. The apartment itself is still sparse: he hasn't had much of a chance to move in. At least dinner messily on the counter makes it look a bit more homey than usual.