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>tq
He invites you over, but he's running late by not watching the time. He's got his music blastin, the stove cranked up, and he's doing his best to make some tropical fish dish- maybe he even caught the fish himself. Some real island boy shenanigan.
He's vibing in his apron, then the doorbell rings. he comes over to you and he's enamored, he bites his lip, youre talking in the doorway for a few minutes.
Then the smell of burning. He flips out and both of you run into the kitchen and Golisopod has to liquidate the shit out of the stove, now his apartment is flooded.
You giggle as he says he knows there's a great restaurant down the road and he takes off the apron, frowning.
You go over to the pan and taste a bit of the unburnt sauce- it would have been amazing but you keep it to yourself as he mumbles, grabbing his jacket.
