Literature
Recipes
There was paper rustling in the kitchen, accompanied with glass hitting glass hitting metal and the whispers of a person; if this were the first time this had happened, he would have reached for the closest thing that could be used as a weapon and scoped the place out. As it was, he already knew what it was and was less worried as he was amused. The noises grew louder with every passing moment, so instead of standing there, reminiscing, he stepped forward into the room, flicking the light switch. There was a pause, no longer than a second, before the noises returned.
"What're you up to?" He asked nonchalantly, walking forward slightly, despi
