- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
The young woman hadn't noticed that Chris had awoken, focusing on stirring the pot of noodles while the sauce simmered. She moved to grab the handle, but missed. She hissed and pulled her hand back quickly. The skin was turning red, a small blister forming on her palm. "Shit!" Monica cussed under her breath, quickly running cold water over her hand to try and soothe the pain. Knowing she couldn't leave the food alone, she grabbed a small washcloth, soaked it in the freezing water, and wrapped it around her burnt hand. Luckily the noodles and sauce were practically ready, so she turned off the stove and moved the two pans. Rolling over to the living room, Monica was surprised to find Chris awake. "You're awake." She stated, feeling a bit of awkwardness perforating the room. "I made some noodles... I hope you don't mind."