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STRESS COOKING
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NO ONE'S POV
Everyone can't help but stare at a certain Radio demon cook breakfast while emitting static and voodoo sigils all over around the place, Everyone had different expressions on their faces as they looked at each other in bewilderment.
No one tried to go inside but instead sat together—huddled together.
“What's got strawberry pimp's pants knotted today?” Angel finally ended the awkward silence with his question.
Niffty was scurrying in the background holding a feather duster and dusting some walls and reaching for cobwebs that formed on who knows when.
Vaggie groaned, “We're as clueless as you..” she opened her hands as a gesture.
she turned her head to the kitchen and added, “Its not like we can guess what he's thinking..”
Everyone peered again at the demon who was obviously emitting steam as he cooked, the only problem was the island counter was already full of food and he was still enthusiastically whisking away.
“Uhhm~ He's been like that since me and Vaggie got up..” Charlie hesitatingly started, and then trailed off, “I think he's stress cooking?”
Charlie twiddled her fingers while nervously smiling after adding the last sentence.
Angel turned to the counter full of food and then to Charlie, “Genius observation ova' there toots~” Angel said teasingly and the poor girl only chuckled with a small voice.
“Well, he needs to stop before he cooks all of one week's worth of ingredients that we stocked up!” Vaggie whisper-yelled and held her head in frustration.
“Uh-huh, we do, but do you dare enter?” Angel nodded with one brow raised and provoked the moth girl.
“I'll do it if i have to..” Vaggie was about to stand up but Charlie hurriedly held her down.
Husker finally opened his eyes and peered at the kitchen as well..
“Do you all think its got to do with Y/N? did they fight?” He said in a gruff voice after observing his boss emitting evil aura all over the kitchen.
“Whiskas', They Always, fight~” Angel snapped, “Them fightin' ova' somethin' ain't anythin' new..” Angel argued with a matter of fact tone.
Husker groaned, “Not that! i mean a real fight! a disagreement—you know what, fxck you..” Husk tiredly gave Angel a middle finger in irritation when he saw the spider demon giving him looks.
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