<br/>(http://40.media.tumblr.com/eac0bb7a434affecc29e5180a3c25b9e/tumblr_new9c4rfqh1rb9rueo1_500.png)<br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Benjamin York<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Buses Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Zoey, Sam<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Cooking<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:A dress shirt, first few buttons undone. Suit pants and fancy shoes. Silver-rimmed glasses and a silver ring with a black stone on his middle finger. Rolled up sleeves.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>He softly rolls his eyes at her response under his glasses for her words, taking the spoon that was now covered in butter and sugar as he kneaded and mixed the mixture more thoroughly together, and pointing it at her with clear eyes pinning her on the spot. And seeming to have no effect. "Those words you just said? All the prove I ever need. The mischief on your lips and eyes don't help your case either Lady Zoey." Shaking his head in mild amusement as she tries to tempt him with her lashes, the devilish smile that truly just ended up appearing cute on a face such as hers. He lightly booped her nose with the spoon before going back to working his bowl, leaving a little drop of the sugary mixture on her nose as he makes sure it all well and mixed.<br/><br/>He didn't even need to look behind him to feel her perking up in her mini-wave of excitement. Her voice showing it well enough as she bounced out of the kitchen to go wake up poor, sleeping James. That man was screwed, and not in a way he would of liked. Scratching his chin for a second in thought he set the bowl down and moved over to the kettle, filling it and then putting it on and letting the water bowl. Knowing that quite a few people were going to need a cup. And it was better to get Sam her cup of joe before she grew annoyed.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>(https://40.media.tumblr.com/2b3246d648fc7ed28baf1b1b19ad2a94/tumblr_nsddk27rXA1qdqlkxo5_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>Name</strong>: James<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Buses Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Zoey<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Startled awake!<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:No shirt, just his usual yellow pants and cap!<br/><hr/><br/>James was sleeping quite happily, mouth open and dreaming of Muffins. He was kind of the 'dog' of the group. Have him food, and he was happy! Praise hi, and he was happy! Tell him off, and he slumps like a pup and gives you the same eyes to try and get away with it. But now, that had nothing to do with what was happening.<br/><br/>No, currently James was being rudely brought out of his dream of delicious food by a soft weight landing on him. He barely had a moment to grown as the gentle weight pressed down on his hips upon the couch before fingers began to tickle against his bare top half. "Aaaaa!" Startled the man's eyes jumped open. Just to see the grinning face of the trouble maker of the band as she grinned down at him and sung in song. In feeling of her pressing down against his hips, straddling him, and oh, nononono. Not his morning wood! This was so very embarrassing...But the laughter she was making come from him was stopping him from reacting to it. Even as his cheeks turned crimson. "Hehehehe, h-hey, s-stop it Zeo! Hahahaha, y-you know I'm not g-goood with tickles!"