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[Hey all you night owls!

Parker is in the kitchen serving up a bowl of Rocket Os in the most passive-aggressive way ever. Didn't think it was possible to passive-aggressively make a bowl of cereal? Here you go.

There's bits of cereal spilled onto the counter, doomed to lay wherever they fall because Parker doesn't even care that its wasteful or that they're just going to sit there the rest of the night along with the small drops of milk that happened to splash out of her bowl when she poured the milk and slammed the carton back onto the counter.

And no, she doesn't want your silly CHAIRS. She is just fine eating on the kitchen floor, THANKS.

Clearly, you must bother her. Thank her for all the banging of cabinets, the clanking of silverware, the milk that spilled onto your journals, and for eating the cereal as loudly as inhumanly possible.

You're all very welcome.]

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[He's free to sit where he pleases, though his arrival does ping her a bit stronger than the others. She actually looks at him upon his arrival, though she'll continue eating without saying anything at all.

Maybe he just wants some company. She's fine with that. At least HE doesn't ask that she wait in line to hang out with him.]

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[That's because he doesn't treat ladies like that. Hardison clearly needs to learn some manners in respecting women.

He makes eye contact with her as an orange finds its way into his hand, and then a bowl, and then a knife. He'll offer you a slice in a bit.]

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[She'd return the offer with some cereal, but Hesam came by and used the box as a bowl. She's yet to actually stand up and see if there's more in the cabinet. Not exactly in the wishing mood at the moment.

Which is unfortunate because she's reached the end of her bowl, and all that remains is milk and crumbs. After drinking the milk, she just sits there, letting the bowl sit empty in her lap as her eyes watch Cross's hands as they slice, slice, slice at the orange.]

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[Clever, but stupid at the same time, this Hesam. :| y he do daaaaaat

Cross takes note that she's done, but keeps slicing his orange. Peel off, peel off, seeds out. Damn seeds. Then he skewers a slice onto the knife a bit and holds it out towards Parker as he pops a slice into his own mouth.]

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[And she will be plucking that orange from the tip of his knife to eat it... quite normally. She'll grin slightly, her way of saying thanks.

She does sit a bit straighter now, an improvement from the slouch she'd taken to slumping into before. When she finishes the piece, she lazily wipes her hand on her pants. See, this is nice. Not having to say anything. Even though she has an inkling this whole silence thing isn't going to last much longer.]

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[He returns the grin as he eats another slice, finishing with slicing and de-seeding the remaining ones. The bowl of orange slices shall be slid over to remain halfway between them — clearly, Parker is free to help herself to more slices.

Cross won't speak until she wants to. Until then, he pauses for a moment, before a kiwi flies into his hand. Impromptu fruit salad? Yeeeep.]

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[Okay, flying kiwi gets a bit of a "snerk" from her, and she cracks a wider grin. She sees where he's going with this, and in the next moment, a bundle of grapes will drop from seemingly nowhere and into the bowl.

Mostly. The grapes are not attached to their vine, and a few bounce out of the bowl and onto the kitchen floor to roll where they may.]

...Oops.

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[Stupid kiwi! You are so difficult to peel, but so worth the effort.

He finishes peeling the damn thing before hearing a few soft thuds. He sets the peel aside just as a grape rolls over to him, raising an eyebrow as he glances into the bowl.]

I hope they're seedless. [And now slices of beautiful, gorgeous green kiwi are being added to the bowl.]

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[Oh. That's probably something she should have specified. She leans forward to pick one from the bowl, popping it into her mouth and hesitantly chewing...]

They are.

[And now she's picking out a piece of kiwi from the bowl. Don't mind if she does!]

Can't sleep?

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[The fruit bowl is meant for sharing! He skewers a grape onto the tip of the knife, as well as a kiwi slice, before munching on them both. Hm, interesting fruit collision going on...]

I haven't attempted to yet.

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[She'll try that mix next, though she lacks a fun skewer with which to prod the fruit with. It's probably for the best.]

Something keeping you up?

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[Chopsticks work wonders! You can't have stabbity fun times with a chopstick!

...OR CAN YOU

An orange and a kiwi are next to be combined.]

No. [He would be asking the same thing to you, but, well, he was stalking the conversation (simply out of curiosity, he remembered Hardison as the Cardiac Ice guy from the Pillow Fort Wars loss) between Parker and Hardison, and yeah, definitely not bringing it up just yet.]

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Lucky.

[She stops mid-reach for another piece of fruit, leaning back so that her head falls back against the kitchen cabinets she's leaning upon.]

You know. That you're not having trouble sleeping. 'Cause why would you?

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Because a pesky Akuma could be bothering me. [Kiwi and orange combo — not bad, not bad. Now to eat them all together! He leans back against the...wall? whatever he's sitting in front of ksjdfgh and looks at her as he finishes chewing.]

And you, Parker? [THE MOMENT OF TRUTH.]