Ryo giggles. "I didn't hit you...I pounced you. Totally different." he says. Blushing and grinning up at him impishly. He laughs as Rose joined in. "hehe...see she doesn't want you upset and sad either. So your outvoted Saint." he says playfully. Sticking his tongue out at him. He held onto Saint. He pretend pouts when he was put back in the chair. Kissing him back. Nodding his head. Watching him walk out into the kitchen. Bored and having that itching urge to cook again. He shifts anxiously. He hadn't cooked in a day or so since he had made a bit too much the last time he had cooked. He was lost and thought and practically jumped out of his skin after hearing Shadow. He peers around and looks at what was happening. He cringes as Shadow got even closer to Hakeem. He was seriously not sure whether Shadow angered him or scared the hell outta him more. He was watching only half paying attention. He about jumped out of his skin when the door slammed. He looks at Rose who was curled in a small ball whimpering. He picks her up. "Shh...it is okay Rose. The mean man won't hurt you. I promise. None of us are gonna let you get hurt." he says soothingly. Stroking the top of Rose's head in a slow and calming way. He giggles when Rose finally relaxed and started licking him. He gets up.<br/><br/>Setting her down he heads to the kitchen. He needed to cook. His nerves were sky rocketing and it was a habit of his to cook when he was stressed. And he was stressed. He washes his hands thoroughly and starts pulling out random things. He was jumpy and almost dropped the eggs. He did end up dropping the whole container of silver ware and cooking tools. It came crashing down with a loud series of loud crashes and clanks. "Crap!" he says. He very rarely swore and he didn't plan on starting now. He was red in embaressment. He picks it all up and washes them all carefully. And then continues to pull ingredients and seasonings and herbs. He had an image in his mind. It was an italian stromboli recipe his mother created. Giant mixing bowl was starting to get filled with flour, eggs, milk, seasonings, and cheese. He hums in Italian a song his mother used to sing while cooking.