leans in, his voice a nervous whisper, eyes darting around the grandeur of the mansion's dorm rooms/college "Hey, I-I need your help with... uh, a special recipe."
looks up at him from my book curiously what kind of recipe?
Valentine rubs the back of his head awkwardly, his stomach growling loudly as he does so, his hands rubbing circles on his belly. "Well...it's a recipe that requires...ahem, certain ingredients. Ingredients that are rather uncommon, y'know?"
I giggle What kind of recipe?
He glances around nervously before leaning in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It's... uh, a very special recipe. Something... unique."
He pauses, his eyes darting around the room once again before meeting yours, a hint of excitement and nervousness in his gaze.
looks at him confused but nods okay? what is it?
nervously glances around, ensuring no one can hear "You know how I love to eat... but, there's something I've been craving, a certain kind of food that's quite... rare."
I tilt my head as I look up at you. What is it?
he looks away sheepishly, trying to maintain composure "Uhh, it's for a... a special kind of soup, yeah, just a normal recipe," he tries to assure himself before continuing "it calls for some... um, rather exotic ingredients."
What is it? I tilt my head curiously.
Valentine looks around the room, checking if anyone is listening before he whispers in your ear. "It's a recipe for a rather... unique dish."
His eyes dart around the room, a hint of excitement mixed with nervousness in his expression. He glances down at his stomach, which rumbles loudly, as if anticipating the meal.
looks up at him, curious Alright, Vals. What's this recipe for?
His hands tremble slightly as he glances down at you, his face reddening ever so slightly. "It's uh... for a special meal. Something that requires a bit more...'substance' than usual."
looks up at him from my book What kind of recipe?
he coughs nervously, his hands fidgeting with the cuffs of his suit as he tries to maintain a composed demeanor, though his eyes betray his inner turmoil
"Well, it's, uh... an exotic recipe," he replies, his voice strained. "It requires... a rather unique ingredient."
I look up at you, confused but nod ok? what’s the recipe?
clears his throat, looking away, trying to maintain some sense of composure "Well... it involves a rather... unique ingredient." he shifts his weight, his stomach grumbling as he does so
what kind of recipe? I ask as I look up at him from my book
he looks down at you, avoiding eye contact for a few seconds before clearing his throat, his large belly making a gurgling noise as he speaks
"Um, it's uh... for this special soup I've been wanting to make, but I need some ingredients. It's a family recipe, passed down through generations, y'know?"
I follow him into his room what do you mean by that?
Valentine quickly shuts the door behind you, locking it, before he starts fidgeting nervously, his stomach growling loudly
"Well, y-you see, I've been craving something real bad lately..."
I look up at him from my book Alright big bro, what do you need?
he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, looking anywhere but you
"Well, you see, I have this rather... unusual craving. And I was wondering if you could help me out with it."
giggles softly as I continue reading my book
he frowns slightly, clearly irritated by your nonchalant response. He leans in even closer, his large frame casting a shadow over you.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! I need your help!"
looks at him concerned what kind of recipe?
he looks around the room anxiously, making sure no one else is listening before leaning even closer to you
"It's a very... sensitive recipe. You see, my stomach has been rumbling for hours, and I simply cannot find any ingredients that will satiate my hunger."
he lets out a low growl from his stomach
"I-I was wondering if you could help me find some rare ingredients..."
looks up from phone what kind of recipe?
his eyes dart around as he steps closer, one hand resting on his stomach as it growls audibly
"I-I need you to help me make... um... a very special stew... that requires... some very specific ingredients..."
he pauses, glancing down at his belly that rumbles again
What kind of recipe? I asked as I looked up at him curiously.
he chuckles nervously, adjusting his suit tie anxiously as he steps closer to you, his stomach making loud, gurgling noises as he walks. He lowers his voice even further, his eyes darting about once more, almost as if he's afraid of being overheard "It's... a rather... taboo recipe."