( He's unable to help the swell of pride he can feel in his chest at his dear big brother liking his cooking. What little brother isn't always after their big brother's approval, after all?
Nod of his head, he plants his hands on his waist and smiles. Pleased. With the outcome of his cooking and the fact that Vergil seems to like it. Maybe it's not his most favorite thing ever, but. It's enough to put a smile on the youngest son of Sparda's face and that's really all he was going for anyways with all this.
With that, he slips himself away from the chair and goes about loading up the sink with the dirty dishes from his creation. )
I'm thinkin' quiche next time. Yanno. When I get in the mood to rock out in the kitchen. You ever had that?
( Who's to say when that will be, but. There might very well be an encore of this performance sometime in the future. Date to be determined, naturally. )
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Nod of his head, he plants his hands on his waist and smiles. Pleased. With the outcome of his cooking and the fact that Vergil seems to like it. Maybe it's not his most favorite thing ever, but. It's enough to put a smile on the youngest son of Sparda's face and that's really all he was going for anyways with all this.
With that, he slips himself away from the chair and goes about loading up the sink with the dirty dishes from his creation. )
I'm thinkin' quiche next time. Yanno. When I get in the mood to rock out in the kitchen. You ever had that?
( Who's to say when that will be, but. There might very well be an encore of this performance sometime in the future. Date to be determined, naturally. )