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      _{“..—- Ughh.”}

_{≺ ϟ 全能≻ ——-   In which bewilderment and reproach were the consummate connotations that depict his current facial expression. It was inevitable. The faux pas that just transpired, was unanticipated. Yet at some point, he had predicted that something would go wrong. It was overt that cooking wasn’t in his style, nor it would be an activity that he shall earn mastery in. In fact, strictly the opposite, as he cannot even cook two eggs for himself. Perhaps the effort that he puts in this, is considered to be minimal. Not that he couldn’t think of alternative solutions to get himself a nice meal, but at times, it’s better to do something on your own. But hell—- this particular activity wasn’t his forte, as he ended up burning the whole frying pan, just by averting his eyes for a few moments. Or maybe, he had the heat in a rather high temperature, in order for a small explosion to reverberate the whole kitchen. At least, nothing was turned into ashes, nor injuries were provoked.}

               _{And then, a feminine vox had just echoed his ears, becoming the emanation for his head to incline unto its direction. Only to spot familiar, elongate vermillion tresses. And not to mention— this nay abnormal pressure that was erupting from her. Yet, it was tranquil. Of course, how could he forget. He remembered that he accepted his whiskered comrade’s suggestion, on having his mother— yes, that woman, around in his place, to teach him a few things. Albeit their differences and the constant disputes over simpleminded things, if more so, her will to come over here was appreciated. Either she was a kind persona inside, or she was truly loving her son. Motherly love. A complete mystery in his own eyes, yet nothing the significant. He would avow that her assistance is confoundedly serviceable.}

               _{But for now, magnitude was rendered to the facet of the destroyed frying pan, whilst he was trying to figure out a rejoinder to declare. But luck appeared to be on the other side, leaving him unable to muse even the most simplistic thing. Ashamed he felt, he would deny such verity, yet he wouldn’t exclaim such prospect out loud. A sigh was exhaled from his lips as an arm rised. Thcik digits would ruffle spikes with the nuance of jonquil, as he ws trying to comprehend with the situation given— to realize the mistake that he just did. In ca concise moment thereafter, it would plonk. Unfortunately, there was not much luck in this, either. Feeling tremendously defeated, gaze would be offered right at porcelain lineaments of the other individual. It was like as if he was a small boy, who just messed around, and having the other woman scolding him. It gave him a weird feeling, and a weird warmth, at some point. Notwithstanding, such contemplations shall be jostled aside as he concentrated on the words that were bound to elude his mouth.}

      _{“… I—-
                 ..I had no idea this would happen.
                                 Perhaps the fryin’ pan was weak or somethin’.“
             And of course, he wouldn’t admit his mistakes. Pride would take over.}