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mooneye ([personal profile] mooneye) wrote 2012-12-08 06:38 am (UTC)

Obito didn't mind. He slid around him as he needed to, piecing things apart and throwing it all together with quick, nimble fingers. After a while, he had it cooking, and the warm steam from it smelled nice, so he thought he had probably managed to pull the meal off.

"...You want to stir this?" he asked.

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