It all happened so quickly (Private-SeaweedBrain0101)

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    Connor excused himself from the room. Grabbing a cookbook, he started poring over recipes, choosing one that involved a lot of action, a recipe that would prevent him from thinking.

    Caterina grabbed her yellow backpack. She went into the bathroom and changed into some clean clothes for the day. She stepped out wearing light blue jeans and a white shirt with a butterfly on it.

    Meanwhile in the kitchen, Connor was dicing his heart out. His brow was furrowed as the mushrooms slowly got churned by the knife into teeny, tiny bits. A drop of sweat beaded his brow. Suddenly, he yelped, and something red dotted the cutting board. Muttering colorful curses, Connor placed his wounded finger under the tap and turned it on. He watched the red swirls disappear down the sink hole, wishing that the confusion and tension would disappear along with it.

    Caterina heard a yelp from the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen. ''You OK Conner?" She asked.


    Ooc: I made a poll :D I was bored.

    OOC: I already voted. XD When are they going to admit their feelings for each other?


    Connor grunted in reply. He was already back to his recipe. The cut still stung, but the pain was manageable enough.

    Ooc: GAH! XD I'm trying to fit it in somehow, I need an opening, give me some muse already Edward! XD xD XD


    Ic: Caterina saw his finger. ''You shouldn't cook when you have a wound on your hand.'' She said. ''It could get an infection, and you use your hands everyday. So you should get that bandaged at least.'' Caterina told him.

    "What's the point? If I lose a finger, it doesn't necessarily mean I'd die." he answered, his eyes dull and emotionless. "Besides, how can I feel a pain as small as this?" Connor turned away and resumed cooking.

    Caterina felt a stab of hurt. The hurt showed in her eyes. ''Are you mad at me? Did I do something to make you upset?" She asked.

    Connor flinched, realizing he had snapped at Caterina. He put on an apologetic face and smiled nervously at the girl. "Geez, don't take it to heart. I'm not mad at you. Seriously." he said, trying to chuckle as he talked. "It's just.....I don't know. I'm not in the mood." He let out a hopeless sigh and frowned. "Sorry.." he murmured.

    ''Well then, what's on your mind?" Caterina asked. ''You've had this look on your face as if you're thinking about something.'' She told him.

    Caterina sat down at the table, waiting for a reply.

    Connor threw his hands up in the air, and turned to face her. "I was just wondering why the sky was blue!"

    Caterina laughed. ''It's actually a reflection of the ocean.'' She told him.

    Connor turned back to his cooking. It was almost done. "I knew that." he replied to Caterina.

    ''Then why wonder why it's blue if you already knew?" Caterina asked. ''Because it seems to me you're inquiring something that truly is not what you're thinking about.'' She grinned, she enjoyed teasing him.

    Ooc: sorry to break this to you cousin, but this is a closed thread. I just don't know how to change the title!

    Connor placed his knife gently on the cutting board and sat across her on the table. "Do you really want to know what I'm thinking about?" he asked her, the cabin strangely silent.