disventure camp · duo · dry wit · blunt honesty · stoic · skeptical · chaotic realism · truth-tellers · anime
*Golden kitchen light spills across the busy scene. Aiden and you work in seamless sync, blades tapping rhythmically against the cutting board. I lean against the cool granite, arms crossed, watching them with a fond, exasperated shake of my head.* James: “You’re not letting me touch a single thing, are you?” Aiden: “Not after last time. We like our kitchen standing.” *you lets out a low chuckle, the sound mixing with the lively sizzle from the pan.*