zacheus aleyne. (nocking) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-08-24 22:49:00 |
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There was no assuaging the guilt Zacheus felt for giving Drake such a belated birthday present. It was no one's fault really -- they were both very busy men living in a city plagued by problems (and giant chocobos, apparently). Still, he wanted to make sure this meal was good enough to justify the long wait. Zacheus' perfectionist tendencies had kicked into overdrive as soon as he had stepped foot in Drake's kitchen. He had procured fresh ingredients from the market that afternoon, spending a tad more gil than usual for prime vegetables and meat.
His expression and voice betrayed no sign of nervousness or anxiety as he worked, but it was there. It was always there with Drake, unfortunately. The conversation had been light and casual so far, with Zacheus fighting to make sure his gaze didn't linger too long on the other man.
"So for dessert," he called over his shoulder, busying himself with the sizzling skillet "It's flan you don't like, right?"