The Kitchen

*looks up, astonished*

A year? That's all?! Sheesh. I figured you were one of those "Old-as-time" vampires.

*to self*

You certainly act like a grouchy old fart.

*shifts Dante*

No, I was born in '85.
*half-smiles*
And I've always been irritable.

*holy crap!*

85? Geez, you're only five years older than I am! O.O

And hey, you just act like an old man, okay? You seem the type. It's not just your irritability.



(H: had to check that, hehe...)

*laughs*
That's what marriage does to a man.
There's something to learn early.
*thinks*
Shit.
I shouldn't have said that.

*snickers*

Perhaps that's just what becoming a father does to a man. I've seen plenty of unmarried men that were PERFECTLY fine until they became Daddies.

*Dante coos*

*smiles*

Though I can't imagine that he gives you much trouble.

*smiles*
Quite the opposite.

Well then more power to him.

*hands Dante to Angelo*

*checks on lasagna*

How are you and Jumpy planning on schooling him? I can't imagine it being easy for a child that grows so quickly.

*shrugs*
I haven't thought about it.
*holds Dante against chest*
I will when we get there.

*smiles*
I was just curious. He's a sweet kid, and I think he deserves better than to be treated like he's different.
*pats Dante's hair*

*nods*
*rubs Dante's back*
I'm curious.
Where are you and Daniella from?
I never thought to ask.

Italy, originally. I don't remember much of it myself, but I know that we're from northeastern Italy.

*checks lasagna compulsively*

I see.
Did you like it there?
*places empty bottle in sink*

*shrugs*

Like I said, I don't really remember much. I was very young when we were orphaned, and I was given to an orphanage in a different part of the country before being placed with a foster family. And then being put back in an orphanage in England after my foster family moved and fell apart.

I suppose I'd remember more if I'd hated it.

*notices he's staring*
*looks away hastily, turning atttention to Dante*

*coughs awkwardly*

Sorry, I didn't intend on making you uncomfortable. I don't even know why I told you that.

*looks at floor*

*looks up*
What?
Oh, no.
No, you're perfectly fine.

*continues to look at floor*

erhmherm. So.. you didn't happen to be in the house last Saturday, did you? O.O

If I remember correctly, I was.
*cocks head to the side curiously*
Why?

*looks around*

*coughs*

No reason. If there isn't anything you specifically remember about last Saturday or Sunday, then nooothing at all.

>.>

*raises an eyebrow*
Alright..
I'll just leave that as it is, I suppose.

*nods awkwardly*

That's probably best. >.>

Oh, did you hear? I officially have a room now! It seems as if I'm here for good.

*chuckles*
I didn't, but congratulations.

Yep. It's pretty nice. I decorated myself!

*leans against stove*

*feels something odd against hands*

*sniffs*

*looks down*

CRAP!

*pulls burning lasagna out of oven*

*lays it in the sink*

Looks like I've turned out a fifty-two dollar tomato-paste brick. T-T

*stomach growls*

*stifles laughter*
You have plenty of ingredients, and there's plenty of food you can eat while you wait.

*sighs*

I'm just so hungry. x.x

*takes out Pop-tart, desperate*

Yummeh.

*begins to fix soup*