[ As expected, Gen makes a face at the mere suggestion that he might be here to cook. ]
Do I fucking look like I wanna waste my time in the kitchen.
[ One of the older students gives a scandalized little gasp at that unnecessary profanity, but Gen ignores it. Instead, he leans heavily on the windowframe, yanking it open a bit further so he can peer in past Liem's shoulder at whatever's going on inside there. Yeah, it sure is pasta they're cooking in there. ]
Why the hell're you wasting your time on stuff like this.
[ He's doing his best to say it with as much disdain as possible, but -- maybe Liem's ears are keen enough to catch the faint growl of a the stomach as Gen stares at those half-made pasta dishes, brow furrowed. He sure as hell won't admit it, but it does kind of smell good in there. ]
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Do I fucking look like I wanna waste my time in the kitchen.
[ One of the older students gives a scandalized little gasp at that unnecessary profanity, but Gen ignores it. Instead, he leans heavily on the windowframe, yanking it open a bit further so he can peer in past Liem's shoulder at whatever's going on inside there. Yeah, it sure is pasta they're cooking in there. ]
Why the hell're you wasting your time on stuff like this.
[ He's doing his best to say it with as much disdain as possible, but -- maybe Liem's ears are keen enough to catch the faint growl of a the stomach as Gen stares at those half-made pasta dishes, brow furrowed. He sure as hell won't admit it, but it does kind of smell good in there. ]