37 - The Umbrella Of Your Lies

[worldofourown]

[ What. The. Fuck. ]

WHY WOULD I HOST MY OWN COOKING SHOW?!

I DON'T EVEN EAT!!!



[OOC: Disclaimer. The image is from Deviantart. Not mine, but ain't it shiny? c: ]

Comments

[worldofourown]

[ Le sniff. ]

I'm sure Nathan would be the first to tell you, real men wear pink. [ re: he'd prefer pink and fluffy to that messy patched thing. ]

[indecent_butterfly]

Some men can get away with it. [Not you Karl.]

[worldofourown]

[ Sulky, ]

Regardless, I doubt an apron suits me at all. [ He brightens up, ] You should've gotten one for the kitchen bitch you were briefly wedded to.

[indecent_butterfly]

One could always send him one as a present now. Not that he'd be likely to accept it.

[worldofourown]

How so?

After a few days around someone so talented as yourself, I'd think he'd be pining and panting at your doorstep.

[indecent_butterfly]

[Don't be a brat Karl.]

Not all are so appreciative of this One's talents.

[worldofourown]

[ Whaaaaat? It was a compliment. ]

Then he's a thankless ingrate. Or probably impotent.

[indecent_butterfly]

We can only wish the second is true.

Such a shame though.

[worldofourown]

You think so?

Plenty of fish in the sea, and all that.