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April 21st, 2010
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) deadliestsin | 02:01 am
"I'm sure you did.." he murmured softly, his smile taking on a bit more of an intimate sort of tinge. Unable to help himself, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and then pulled away some, his eyes never leaving her face.
"I got dinner ready." he said. "And I didn't even make it myself, so we know that it's edible." His cooking could be considered a joke - he burned everything. Sin lived on take out and oven bake-able things.
"I'm doing well enough, although I'm starting to need to find some time to write." he said as he pulled back towards the kitchen, taking her beer with him. He uncapped one for each of them and offered her an opened beer.
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