food~ |D

knows that. BT There is enough if he wants some too.

happy about this! "Grazie~! Hey sis! Do you need help~?"

rolls her eyes. "Make sure the pasta is al dente."

"Si~" He puts on an apron and begins messing with the settings on the oven. He then goes over to fill a pot with water to be boiled.

watches him for a moment, going to make the other food.

hums a traditional italian tune as he begins to place the pasta into the pot.

listens to him quietly.

stops momentarily. "Sis you should sing along~! |D"

((Sorry for the late response! Plurk has been lame with letting me know about responses D8))

shakes her head. "I don't fucking sing." Not in front of people in the bathroom.

(Oh it's fine~ >w< Don't worry~)

takes her hands. "Aww don't worry sis! It doesn't matter that you sing terrible. Singing is about fun and expression!"

's expression dropped. "Who the fuck said I was a bad singer?! You asshole! I said I don't sing!"

flinches. "Bu-but sis, it's true... and Spain seems to like your singing~"

huffs. "Spain's not around, idiot. And I don't want to fucking sing!"