[color=ed1c24][h3]Angel Ferrara[/h3][/color]

Angel's ethereal, gender-transcending smile burned a path out to the countertop, upon which he gently laid out the produce he and Kaia had last bought. It was good that there were people along for this next mission - the strawberries needed to be sliced soon anyway before they became overripe, and three new mouths could help consume more bacon - a food that Angel tried not to eat too much of himself.

[color=ed1c24]"Kaia, could you toss me that knife?"[/color]

Lux and Cyare, to whom Kaia Iona's blindness was much more obvious than Angel Ferrara's sex, visibly grew apprehensive about the casual way that the trap had slung out his request. This apprehension grew even thicker when Kaia picked up the knife and literally tossed it underhand - then settled when Angel plucked it casually from the air in a reverse grip, left-handed, and tossed it to his other hand to begin dicing fruit.

[color=ed1c24]"Aaaand a bowl."[/color]

A bowl skidded loudly across the countertop between them.

[color=ed1c24]"Thaaaaank you, Kaia."[/color]


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