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It was Ironic really, cooking tonight of all nights but then again maybe it wasn't. What was weird about it was that he was expecting a guest. Not even his followers had been to his home. Levee crouched in front of the oven peering in at the contents inside, as if that would some how make it cook faster, or that he could actually see the food through the dark overlay of the oven it's self. Trying to keep himself from actually opening the door and letting the heat out he straightened up and busied himself with double checking his menu. Which to say was over kill. He often had a tendency to over do it but, this might of been a bit ridiculous.
Rather than just simply asking his guest what food he liked, he just went ahead and cooked everything. Ham, beef, chicken, fish. All spread across a larger dining room table that was not centered in the dining room but rather closer to one of the far walls leaving far too much space in the room. Scattered between the main courses were more sides than Levee himself knew what to do with. Broccoli, rice, corn, potatoes, pasta, an assortment of various fruits and desserts left the table with very little room for the actual plates to be set but, some how he had managed. If the amount of food wasn't enough to jar someone the ungodly amount of candles might. There were easily fifty or more long white candles were placed all around the room, all unlit of course. He didn't want to burn down his house while he wasn't looking.
Levee himself, was dressed in all black, but looked more light he was attending a funeral rather than formal evening wear. He kept pacing in front of the over, running his hand through his mostly white hair in a horrible attempt to brush it back, only for it to flop back down into his face. He debated going to actually fix it but, he was afraid his bread would burn if he walked away, that or his guest would arrive the moment he left. All he could do now was wait.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 14, 2020 23:41:25 GMT -5
It was ironic really. Out of all the places Funk expected to spend Valentine's Night, it was not all the way out here. The playboy Nemesis usually had a girl or guy on his hip, never really knowing where he would spend the night. You'd think the auburn haired man, with his clean white button up shirt and black vest, slacks and shoes, would be somewhere other than standing on the steps in front of the door to the Moonclan leaders home. A remote location that his gps had a hard time finding the place. Now he fiddled with the gold cuff links on his shirt and straightened the dark blue tie he wore. Black earrings decorated his ears and he held a bouquet of sky blue hydrangea and white roses. Some part of Funk was worried. There was no reason for him to be. His boyfriend... well, friend? Well, boyfriend. Great, he wasn't sure. Either way, something wasn't quite right about the leader. It's what drew the Nemesis to him, but it also made him concerned. Still, there was no way he could stop himself from knocking on the door. He was too curious.
