Zavien
Never regret anything that made you smile
His eyes finally turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. What he saw nearly had him falling into the pan. His mouth threatened to fall open when he found Soh in his shirt. Of course she was in his shirt. He'd been the one to give it to her. But he hadn't expected her to look like that, or for it to clutch so tightly at a place in his chest that he almost gasped. Tousled blonde hair fell over her shoulders, his shirt - his shirt - hanging seductively over her body so that it hinted dangerously at what lay beneath.
He had to wet his mouth before swallowing, blinking to reorient himself to the heat almost pressing into his skin. Even as he looked back to the shells, he couldn't dispel the sight she'd seared into him, his fingers fumbling through the egg and continuing to fail at securing them. Until delicate fingers easily pluck them from the pan without so much as a moment of struggle.
Zavien gaped a moment before laughter broke free. He straightened, running an embarrassed hand through his hair. "As much as I'd like to impress you with my cooking skills, it might not be edible without your help." His playful grin turned sheepish as his eyes darted to the pathetic pile of ingredients. "I hadn't really been expecting guests, so there's not much to work with," he apologized, reaching for the bread so he could put it in the toaster, one of the few kitchen skills he felt fairly confident in.
He had to wet his mouth before swallowing, blinking to reorient himself to the heat almost pressing into his skin. Even as he looked back to the shells, he couldn't dispel the sight she'd seared into him, his fingers fumbling through the egg and continuing to fail at securing them. Until delicate fingers easily pluck them from the pan without so much as a moment of struggle.
Zavien gaped a moment before laughter broke free. He straightened, running an embarrassed hand through his hair. "As much as I'd like to impress you with my cooking skills, it might not be edible without your help." His playful grin turned sheepish as his eyes darted to the pathetic pile of ingredients. "I hadn't really been expecting guests, so there's not much to work with," he apologized, reaching for the bread so he could put it in the toaster, one of the few kitchen skills he felt fairly confident in.
