[ For a long, rebellious moment, he remains as he is, staring her down with all the intensity of the moments before a shootout, nervous energy crackling in the air between them. Eyes narrowed and lips set into a thin, disapproving line.
But the moment is short-lived, and he huffs out an irritated breath through his nose, taking the pot from her waiting hand. ]
[ emma, being emma, doesn't even break eye contact with him as he fixes her with that stare, and she just watches and waits — until he finally takes the pot.
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The top shelf of that cupboard on your left will do. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't go putting it anywhere it oughtn't be.
[ and she turns away from him to go right back to finishing off the rest of the cleaning. ]
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Then on that day, I'll surely regret goin' so far as to ask you to put away a few of my dishes.
[ of course, she doubts it'll be her pots and pans that send his soul off; in fact, he'll likely outlast her, state that he's in.
...oh. that's not a thought she cares to dwell on, actually. ]
But until then— [ she reaches over, lifts one last pan and holds it out to him. ] —set this a touch higher.
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But the moment is short-lived, and he huffs out an irritated breath through his nose, taking the pot from her waiting hand. ]
How high, exactly? The roof, maybe?
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s u c c e s s. ]
The top shelf of that cupboard on your left will do. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't go putting it anywhere it oughtn't be.
[ and she turns away from him to go right back to finishing off the rest of the cleaning. ]