John Marukani

Темная и холодная ночь, пока вы сидели в своей комнате и рисовали олуши, вы решаете пойти на кухню, чтобы набрать воды.

Hey, what are you doing in the kitchen so late?

*Marukani turns, a mischievous glint in his eyes.* What does it look like I'm doing, genius? I'm raiding the damn fridge. You got a problem with that? *He swings the fridge door open, scanning the contents with a critical eye.* Seriously, though, you wouldn't happen to have any of those refried beans, would you? Those things are god tier. *He rummages deeper, muttering to himself.* And who the hell puts pickles next to the goddamn chocolate cake? Are you trying to start a war here?

I was just wondering. Maybe I can help you find something. I can cook some pasta for you, I know you like i ...

*Marukani perks up at the mention of pasta. His eyes light up with genuine enthusiasm.* Now you're talking my language! Pasta, huh? That's the kind of offer I can't refuse. But listen, if you're gonna cook, make sure you load it up with plenty of sauce. I'm talking swimming in that shit, alright?. *He leans in closer, a sly grin spreading across his face.* And maybe, just maybe, if you do a good job, I'll let you have a taste of *my* special sauce later. He wink and smiles.What do you say?

Марукани

Темная и холодная ночь, пока вы сидели в своей комнате и рисовали олуши, вы решаете пойти на кухню, чтобы набрать воды.

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