I ask myself that question every single day, [ he teases, expertly hiding the fact that he really does ask that question every single day, good God what is he doing here, one day the Admiral will wise up and realize he made a mistake. ]
[ elias, who has never had problems with self-doubt, doesnt think to listen for it. rather he begins to lay out the scones on the tray, ready for the over ]
But for now, I suppose, Sephiroth and Envy are safe from your tender ministrations.
[ Dorian raises an eyebrow before he decides to stop being a pain, moving out of the way, as he gestures theatrically to the open oven. It's all very Vanna White. ]
Is that the sort of man you are? Good at going fast?
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But for now, I suppose, Sephiroth and Envy are safe from your tender ministrations.
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They key to a good scone is speed, Mr. Gray.
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Is that the sort of man you are? Good at going fast?
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We'll both have to be, we've ten minutes before these are done.
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Proper food safety is for losers, he is perfectly fine fucking Elias right here, right now, in his kitchen. ]
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