Noticing that Squalo had no other orders, Xanxus took that opportunity to lean against the fridge and observe the swordsman work. He crossed his arms, yawned, and tried not to look too fascinated. It was amazing, he thought, that simple ingredients can turn into amazing meals. He rolled his eyes. Stupid. Xanxus must have been more bored than he had expected he would be.
He smiled softly at the kiss, then watched the other take a seat on a table. Xanxus pushed himself off the fridge and approached him. “Who knew we’d actually annoyingly cook food together,” he said, lightly placing a small kiss against his lips. “How long will this take?”
“Yeah, who knew.” He almost felt like paying Mammon to do it since it had already annoyed him thus far. Sure it was nice making a meal with the man he loved but the problem is making the meal. He supposed it was better than being in a crowded restaurant where they would probably smash a few heads in if even the smallest thing happened.
Laying down on the table, the silverette stared blankly at the ceiling, merely waiting for the timer he set much earlier to go off. Glancing over at it, he replied “About 10 minutes or so. You getting impatient or something?”
