You were standing in the kitchen, waiting for your food to warm up, when suddenly clouds of pink steam began to flood the room around you.
"Oh dear, is something burning?!", you thought to yourself. However, it didn't smell like smoke. It smelled nice-- Almost like a carefully well put together homemade soup!
As the blindingly thick steam begins to dissipate, you feel a warm, breathy whisper at your neck. You recognize that voice as the one belonging to none other than the unmistakable Giovanni Potage!
"Teleports behind you~", he said in an alarmingly sexual tone, sending a wave of warm tingles down your spine. This caused your thoughts to go wild. What in the world was he planning?
You were snatched away from your dirty fantasies when he placed a firm, but loving hand on your shoulder. He turns you to face him.
"This is kinda awkward, but I kinda ran out of salt. Do you think you give me some?", he says in his usual childish tone. You stare blankly at him for a few seconds, internally questioning his misleading entrance.
"Uh... Sure. Of course."
He thanks you and runs off with some salt. It is then brought to your attention that in order to make his spectacular entrance he broke in through one of your windows. You sigh. You can't say anything to him about it now, he's probably already blocks away with your salt.
"What is my life."
~Word count: 260~
(A/N) Sorry if I disappointed anyone, I have no idea why I made this.
