He watched her watch him for a moment, he could see her being dumbfounded expression, a slight grin on his face as she stuttered something out. He looked down at himself, realizing he didn't have a shirt on. He looked back up at her, his face was now a little red too. He grinned as she stammered something else out, he snickered a little as she tripped while turning. He walked away and came back with the shirt she'd given him in hand. He leaned on a counter near her, far closer now. "I guess I'll get to find out if you're a chef or not sooner than I thought." He said with a smile and still no shirt.

Flert)

Heheh))

Kitty blinked at him, settling the water on the counter and narrowing her eyes at him with a smile, a challenging one. "You will. But on another note, I'll remind you, I never said you had to put one on." She winked at him, standing and brushing by him, trying to pull on her totally-unphased-by-glorious-abs facade, and she was... not succeeding. She threw a few crepes onto a plate for him, with berries and a sweet-looking sauce. She plopped the plate down in front of him, leaning across the counter to smile at him, getting rather close. "Enjoy." She said jokingly, slipping away from the counter to clean a few dishes, her back to him.

He tilted head as she mentioned the fact that he hadn't yet put one on. He raised his eyebrows at the wink. He grinned as she tried to cover up the fact that she had been absolutely speechless when she saw him. He looked down at the crepes. He stared down at them, they looked really good. Maybe it was because he was hungry- but also, really, food can look good too. He took a bite, murmuring something like "holy shit," looking up at her for a second. Then back at it.

Damn, now I want crepes))

She finished scrubbing the dish in her hand, smiling at his exclamation. Kitty put it away and looked at him with a smile. "Don't be too surprised." She chuckled, walking back to the pan and serving herself some. After, she flopped down on a stool beside him, mainly becayse it was easier to ignore his midrift that way. She looked up at him as she started eating. "Well, is it to your liking, your majesty?" She teased.

I had to google what crepes are))

He giggled a little bit, continuing to eat. He didn't know what he'd expected but it was sweet and ..everything at the same time. He took another bite, trying to eat like a respectable human. He was in another persons home for goodness sake. He nodded eagerly, swallowing. "Its better than my liking," he said "its all the things." He giggled a little. He had had his left arm on his lap, moving it with the intention of putting his elbow on the table, he immediately regretted that. He clenched his jaw for a moment, taking another bite to cover it up.

Fucking delicious is what they are))

Kitty grinned and watched him. "Good. I was worried it was 'off with my head' for a second there." She teased, tilting her head at the wince and frowning. "I'll need to redress that, soon. Is it any better than yesterday?" She asked, setting her fork and knife down to reach up and gently tilt him back, so she could observe the bandaging. She squinted at it for a few moments, giving a small sigh and letting go of him.

I don't usually like really sweet things, I'm not a candy driven person))

He glanced at her, putting his fork down and putting his hand on the edge of the table. He leaned to the side, moving so she could see it better. He stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out if it was any better. He slowly shook his head. "I would have to say falling on it didn't help at all." If it had gotten better in any way it would be because he was getting used to it. He had to go to sleep with it constantly throbbing. It was amazing that he did- he did mostly because he'd given up because even if he writhed in pain and tried to roll away from it it still wouldn't go away.

I am a verrrryyy sweets driven person))

Kitty nodded and stood. "Finish your food, im going to grab some stuff." She stood, walking past him and back to her room. She came out with her classic black duffle, setting it on the table next to the couch and pulling a few things out and setting them up to her liking, her food abandoned on the counter. She caught herself glancing up at him quite often, mainly in curiousity.

I can't eat more than two bites of like a donut at once without feeling like I'm gonna throw up))

He nodded and went back to finishing the crepes she'd given him, he didn't look at her, just finishing his food. He got up and brought the plate to her sink, washing it off for her as though it was his house. He rinsed off his face, then dried it off. He pushed his hair back and meandered over to her, grabbing his shirt along the way, curious. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to amputate your arm." She said sarcastically, gesturing for him to sit down. "Im just going to redress the wound, give you a poppyseed paste that should numb the pain." She shrugged, gently beginning to unwrap the bandage from his shoulder, on her knees beside him.