[While he was taking care of the bacon, Nike will head to the fridge to get the half gallon of milk, salt, and pepper to add onto the bowl filled with eggs. She'll mix them together and whisk it a little longer until all of the ingredients seem to be well blended. Leaving the mixed bowl of eggs, she'll return to the fridge to get out the pieces of ham, green onions, cheese, and mushrooms. Her attention will soon turn to Cloud as she wonders if he was done using the sink to wash his hands with. That's when she feels for a split second something, or rather, someone touching her back. It was enough to catch her off guard. After all, the kitchen couldn't be so small nor was she so wide to occupy an entire room neither.]
...if that's the case, then...
[Her face will begin to turn into pure terror as she realizes that the image of the one she was trying to avoid and practicing with all at once was no other than...]
Y-Yes!!
[Once his voice began to ask for her attention, she'll stand up straight as she begins to shake, feeling her heart beat pounding so obnoxiously loud that she was afraid he was going to hear it. What was he going to say? Was he okay with her being here? Did it bother him? Turn him off? Nike wanted to surprise him so badly. How could she have just...?
"We're not dreaming....right?"
That question was enough to interrupt her thoughts as she couldn't believe his question. Did he...think it was? A good or bad one? It was hard to tell. No, maybe it wasn't. Turning towards him with a beat-red face, Nike will look at him while feeling a little nervous, but after finding he was cooking the bacon as she asked him to. Watching him take her request so seriously, she couldn't help feel...happy about it. She was cooking with him, wasn't she? They were making breakfast together, weren't they? Alone, without anyone else seeing them. It was almost as thought...they were in their own world, just the two of them together. With a warm smile growing, Nike will head to the sink to wash her own hands for a bit while putting the ingredients she got out onto the counter.
A hand will begin to reach towards his cheek as she lightly pokes his face.]
...I don't know... [A beat as she opens her hand enough to brush his skin lightly with her finger.] ...I hope not, but... [With a grin.] We'll just have to find out, won't we?
[With that said, the other hand will reach for his other cheek, cupping them both, leaning a little closer to him until....
Her fingers will gain a piece of his cheeks as she begins to stretch the loose skin a bit.]
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...if that's the case, then...
[Her face will begin to turn into pure terror as she realizes that the image of the one she was trying to avoid and practicing with all at once was no other than...]
Y-Yes!!
[Once his voice began to ask for her attention, she'll stand up straight as she begins to shake, feeling her heart beat pounding so obnoxiously loud that she was afraid he was going to hear it. What was he going to say? Was he okay with her being here? Did it bother him? Turn him off? Nike wanted to surprise him so badly. How could she have just...?
"We're not dreaming....right?"
That question was enough to interrupt her thoughts as she couldn't believe his question. Did he...think it was? A good or bad one? It was hard to tell. No, maybe it wasn't. Turning towards him with a beat-red face, Nike will look at him while feeling a little nervous, but after finding he was cooking the bacon as she asked him to. Watching him take her request so seriously, she couldn't help feel...happy about it. She was cooking with him, wasn't she? They were making breakfast together, weren't they? Alone, without anyone else seeing them. It was almost as thought...they were in their own world, just the two of them together. With a warm smile growing, Nike will head to the sink to wash her own hands for a bit while putting the ingredients she got out onto the counter.
A hand will begin to reach towards his cheek as she lightly pokes his face.]
...I don't know... [A beat as she opens her hand enough to brush his skin lightly with her finger.] ...I hope not, but... [With a grin.] We'll just have to find out, won't we?
[With that said, the other hand will reach for his other cheek, cupping them both, leaning a little closer to him until....
Her fingers will gain a piece of his cheeks as she begins to stretch the loose skin a bit.]
Can you feel anything?