Kai Raises An Eyebrow, Leaning Back In His Chair With A Smirk Tugging At The Corner Of His Mouth. Oh,

kai raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “ oh, i’m sorry, did i hit a nerve ? ” tone is teasing as he gives her an amused once-over. “ okay, then i guess it won’t bother you at all if I just—“ there’s a pause as he lifts his bottle, tips it over slight so the smallest of droplets drops onto the table. as he sets it back down, he watches her expectedly.

" excuse me! " maya would reply incredulously. maybe that was just a partial lie by her somewhat. a lot of the times people called her high maintenance. it was usually because of they she did things and liked for things to be done... neatly, at that. " what?! are you saying that i'm not chill? like at all? because i have news for you, sir. i can be very, very chill. "

nova smiles softly, eyes scanning the spread in front of her, clearly impressed. “ i have to say, this is really impressive. did someone teach you to cook like this, or is it just another natural given talent ? ” the question is asked with a playful tone. as she reaches for the beansprouts, nova takes in a slow breath, grounding herself in the moment, aware of the faint hum of nerves that still linger in the background when food is involved. but instead of avoidance, she lets herself appreciate the colours and textures— the effort miles put into preparing the meal. " honest reviews only, " she hums, pretending to think it over. nova is a sweet girl for the most part, but she can be critical. sometimes overly so. doesn't shy away from pointing out where things could be improved. however here she finds no faults. " it's a little annoying that i don't have a single criticism. it really is just that good. remind me to never get into a cook-off with you, i don't lose well. "

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, open starter location: coral cove, apt. 4a / time: 6 p.m. context: after university, miles stayed in california to pursue baseball professionally. it's been around two (2) months since his return to palmview.

“ thanks for making the time, it's been a minute since i've really been able to cook something homemade.  ”  while he missed his family's cooking, miles was sure he mastered all the comfort foods he could remember from his childhood. being away from home for so long was difficult and being away from everyone he knew growing up was harder.  “ here, have some more of this.   ”  he stirs a spoon to mix the egg with the tofu soup.  “ hope you're hungry—and i take all reviews. ”  he raises a hand over his heart and dips his head in a small bow. between them, there's a spread of sides that included beansprouts and fishcakes amongst other smaller plates.

Maude Apatow  on Late Night with Seth Meyers wearing vintage Thierry Mugler.

" hey, even superheroes have flaws okay ? we can't all be perfect. and if i'm on a late night snack run and there's only one pack of sour gummies left, then they're going home with me. " he's only half-joking, though he does take his snack game very seriously. " well, i still think pausing time would be the best one regardless of moral stance, but in the name of switching it up . . . i'd say reality manipulation. being able to make people see things that aren't really there would come in useful, you know, hypothetically. what about you ? "

poppy smirks softly, listening to ace explain why he chose the power to pause. "i know you said it wouldn't be in an evil way.. but if you think about it, really think about it, taking the last of a favorite snack off a shelf right as someone else is about to grab it screams chaotic evil, does it not ??" the redhead let out a soft laugh. it really wasn't all that serious, but funny to really think about. "kidding, kidding.. switch it though. if you were a villain, what power or strength would you want ??"

" honestly, ronen, i don't really care what it is as long as i'm well dressed, " she begins, soft shrug of shoulders. " i have the closet of dreams, and that makes me so happy i could actually cry. " and she has before, with zero shame. " sure, i'm in one piece, but that doesn't take away from the fact that someone got into my space like that. it's like someone jumping on stage while you're doing your thing, you know ? i'd be furious on your behalf. " he continues and she scoffs, would throw something at him if the item currently in her hands wasn't so valuable to her. " people with real taste, something you so clearly lack. sometimes i wonder how we're even twins. " the mention of their father strikes a small nerve, but she holds it back. their parents weren't always a fun conversation topic. always felt best to avoid it where possible. " just because i like buying clothes and spending money doesn't mean i don't live in the real world. last time i checked, i wasn't in a simulation. " as the topic turns to his closet, her mind begins to swim. already she's envisioning his fall looks, though she's certain he won't wear them as she plans. still, it won't stop her from buying the items regardless. " well, sounds to me like you're in need of a clear out. it's good to mix things up every now and again, the same old gets boring fast. " as she folds the sweater away and places it back in the bag like it's her most prized possession, she glances across at him with a curious stare. " so, do you have any life updates for me ? any girls on the scene i should know about ? because you haven't been on a date in a while. it's almost the holidays, which means it's the perfect time to get out there. "

"you may call it prevention therapy, i'll call it economy building." his sister had always been a big spender-- she'd never needed an excuse. however, he shouldn't judge too harshly. he could be a pretty big spender himself. he told himself it was different, though. a grand romantic gesture versus a new pair of shoes... just didn't seem even in his eyes. "well, you're standing here in front of me... in one piece. talking about spending money. you seem pretty normal to me, so... not too sure what i should be worried about? unless someone has trained a robot to be EXACTLY like you... that'd be kinda sick, actually." although, if anyone had enough knowledge on noa to program a robot, it would be ronen. "and who said you looked cute? just so i can recommend them a good eye doctor. and hey, the real world is different. not everyone is going to make it as easy for you as dad did."

ronen can't help but laugh as she holds up the sweater, making it clear she had been the victorious one. "you didn't want sympathy, but you wanted me to be concerned... all that for you to have the sweater on your person? no way anyone could've programmed a robot this good. also, i think i've got enough clothes. like, i'm pretty sure my closet might burst."

kingsley’s smirk widens as he leans against the counter, clearly enjoying the back and forth. " i suppose i’ll have to work hard to disprove those rumours then, won't i ? " he teases, tone light and playful. " well, you're the guest, so the choice is yours. you've got limited options, though. " he moves around the kitchen, peaking into the fridge and cupboards. " we've got fresh bread, eggs, bacon, some avocado. i think i might even have some pancake mix around here somewhere. " there's a hint of mischief in his eyes as he glances over his shoulder at the other male, waits for an answer. " what'll it be, sunshine ? "

his hands wrap around the mug passed to him. "i think i may be able to handle you long enough for breakfast. i'll still spread the rumors about you being a bad host though." he teased, small smirk on the corner of his lips. this wasn't something that happened a lot for him. whether it was coming over here or bringing someone home, most of the time someone was making quick exit. there was no time for conversations or pleasantries, let alone breakfast. rhodes took a sip from the mug, soft hum leaving his lips before he placed the mug back down. "what are we making ??"