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[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[Duffy is moving around the modest, country kitchen efficiently and with ease. It's a familiar space for him, and when he turns towards you you'll notice he's missing his left arm from just above his elbow. He doesn't let it hold him back though, as he smiles softly and turns on the stove. He's humming Pour Some Sugar on Me as he works. He seems to be cooking bacon and eggs for an army.]

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[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[He's confused too, but he just drops his arm and shrugs.]

It's no big. [He goes back to quietly cooking for a minute before bringing her bacon, scrambled eggs and an english muffin and sliding onto the seat across from her.]

You're not from around here, are you?

[digitalariel.livejournal.com]

[She feels slightly bad about that...but she really has no idea what she was supposed to do. She grins upon seeing her food however. Her expression changes to slightly sheepish.]

No, I'm not. It's that obvious?

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

It's a little obvious. [he grins, a little lopsided, settling in to drink his coffee.]

[digitalariel.livejournal.com]

I was afraid of that. [She eyes her food for a moment curiously before trying out the bacon.]

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

It's not a bad thing.

[digitalariel.livejournal.com]

This is really good!

Oh?

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[He grins.] Happy to please.

Well, yeah. Different is a good thing, otherwise... well, you're kind of lame, aren't you? I mean, hypothetical you, not you.

[digitalariel.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.] Yeah, I suppose.