Wow! An actual update! -gasps-
I don't own Vocaloid. Enjoy!
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He had only left the stove for a second to shoo the cat away.
Or so it had seemed.
Crap.
"...Uh, Luka?"
"What is this?"
Gakupo looked slightly abashed at her infuriated expression. "Ah - I'm cooking...cooking tuna."
"Oh?" Luka softened and leaned over his shoulder to peer at the smoldering mess. A squint. "...It doesn't look like tuna."
"It is," he insisted, prodding at it with a spatula. "It's just a little...burnt, is all."
"It looks a lot burnt to me," she mused skeptically, eyeing the blackened lump with caution as she absently twined her fingers in strands of his ridiculously purple hair.
Gakupo sighed, then shot her one of his trademark, infuriating grins. "Only the best for you, darling."
She twitched irritably. "I guess you never figured out that it was a bad idea to leave sharp kitchen utensils around me, darling."
He grabbed the slender hand that inched towards the knife lying beside him, tutting. "Plotting to kill your boyfriend? Most people would find that offensive, you know."
She pouted, yanking her hand away and slapping the back of his head before moving off. "Whatever. Just remember to replace the fire-extinguisher after you're done."
Gakupo looked at the charred tuna thoughtfully. Then he proceeded to promptly dump it in the trash can.
It was a long time before he decided to take up a saucepan again.