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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]

Oh. Well, about an arm and a leg... [Amputee jokes were totally funny right? He laughs a little, nervously before he starts putting food down on her plate.]

It's free. Assuming it's edible. [More lame jokes for everyone.] I mean, it's not really free, since you had to look at me this whole time, and I know how taxing that is.

[Some more banter and he's putting the plate in front of her before sitting across from her.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with looking at you?

[She glances at the plate, but doesn't start yet; apparently she won't until she gets her answer.]

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

Uhm. [He looks a little incredulous.] It was a joke.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Anyway, giving breakfast for free is pretty kind of you.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

I guess so. It was one way to get company. [he gives a lopsided smile at the admission]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[A startled look.]

Could it be you did all this because you were lonely?

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

Lonely is kind of a strong word. [he shrugs.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't it be a strong feeling? [She does not say whether it is]