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Certainly! If not for the sanity of the other 'criminals', who have more severe crimes than being too cute together like Alisa and Rean were guilty of. Alisa's beaming smile was shot Rean's way at his confidence, and as he headed off to the bathroom to clean up, she went into the kitchen with Sharon, excited. She has an abundance of her secret ingredient to use - and if Rean was fatigued or sore, she would possibly even offer to massage his shoulders like a good wi -- uh, girlfriend.

Wouldn't that require Alisa join him in the bath though? Luckily for her, Rean was not even thinking of calling her over. After all she was so eager to cook for him. How could he possibly ask her to drop that. Not to mention how keen Rean himself was to sample Alisa's cooking.

As such Rean just slumped in the bath and let his head lul backwards with a content sigh after taking care of the first part of the bathing.

A-after the bath! Alisa would not be able to function if he suggested he massage his shoulders at that moment~! Massaging his shoulders while he sat on the couch on the other hand, would be a little easier.

Be careful about relaxing in there, Sharon will be standing by with a towel if he takes too long! That being said, no rush.

He can probably hear the two girls chattering to a small degree, occasionally Sharon's soft chuckle and teasing tone, versus Alisa's brighter and eager voice that sometimes breaks into a sputtered protest, amidst the clatter of pots and dishes.

Ah that made much more sense. Rean would more likely take her up on that offer. Still Rean was not about to pass out in the bath so his ears picked up the tone of the two voices in the kitchen even if not making out the contents of their exchange. Still hearing Alisa sound both so flustered and so happy was putting a permanent smile on his lips as he slowly rinsed the soap off his arms.

Eventually the chatter quieted as Sharon left Alisa, leaving the younger girl to concentrate on cooking. As Rean relaxed in the tub and rinsed off the soap..the door opened slightly in the separate room, "No need to get up," Sharon chirped - fortunately for him, she couldn't see into the bathing portion of the bathroom, "I've brought you a temporary change of clothes, Master Rean. Cleaning your body is well and good, but will do little when your clothing holds the smell of fish as well. I'll be leaving shortly, but I will put these in the washing machine first." Sharon called out.

And when he does finish with his bath and step out, he will find... she left him a lounge robe and pair of silk shorts with a note reading, "We did not have a change of clothing in your size, so I consulted with Master Gwyn, who was kind enough to purchase this in Heimdallr for you when last I visited. I will be back tomorrow. Have fun ♥ - Sharon"

She doesn't actually think anything will happen but it'll be worth imagining reactions. Also, You can be damn sure she's nowhere to be found when Rean comes across it.

"Ah right. Thank you Sharon." Rean called out from his side of the bath. Little did he realize he would feel those thanks were premature as he finally stepped out of the bathing area and into the changing room only to find the robes and shorts as well as the distinct NOTE! His face went completely beet red after he finished reading and then he turned his gaze to the robe and shorts again.

Maybe...if he tied it up properly it would be okay?

It should be fine...maybe. He might ...still show a bit of chest, but Alisa probably won't mind. He can imagine Sharon and Gwyn having a good ol' chuckle about it too. Alisa could be heard humming in the kitchen, on the other hand, oblivious to the evil that her maid and grandfather were conspiring on.

After tying the robe to the best of his ability, Rean finally hesitantly stepped out of the bath and slowly padded in his slippers over to the kitchen area keeping his presence quiet as he peered in to see what Alisa was doing.

Alisa was happily preparing food~! It looked like Sharon had helped her start three different dishes, which she was watching over to cook all at the same time, so it smelled quite tasty in there. She looked like a happy homemaker, with her apron tied on with a bow in the back, humming to herself. Occasionally she taste tested something in one of the pots, shook her head and added a bit of seasoning, stirred the contents and resumed bustling about, unaware of Rean peeking in.

Something about seeing her toiling away in the kitchen gave the entire penthouse such a homely feeling. SO much so Rean actually dared to move a little closer to just better admire the busy girl as a fond loving mile slowly crept over his lips.

Alisa sighed softly, "And now the final touches.." Hopefully he doesn't Overdose on all the love she's poured into it. Turning off the various appliances, she took out the casserole dish from the oven to put it on the counter, carefully transferring it to a cutting board, then taking a knife and carefully slicing it- not carefully enough though, she stifles a small squeal of pain when she accidentally nicks her finger. "Shoot..!"

It's impossible to overdose on such pure love and happiness. Rean at least would try to prove it to her if an opening presented itself. ANy attemot to even try hiding or holding back goes right out the window whne he hears ALisa. So he pretty much appears right in her business holding her hand and body while pressing own self up against her back.

"A-Are you okay? Let me look." He said turning her hand around to alow himself to get a better look at the nicked finger.

Whoah where did he come from!? Alisa let out a surprised squeak, "R-Rean!? When did yo-- it's fine, honest!" Also he's REALLY close - it's agood hting he was behind her because she couldn't get a good look at what he was wearing. On the other hand, he's REALLY CLOSE.

Still she doesn't pull her hand away, and lets him have a look at the small cut on her finger - it was pretty superficial, not even deep enough to bleed, more than a tiny drop or two, but boy did it sting.

Not enough to bleed profusely no but that doesn't stop Rean from moving her hand over to behind her shoulder where Rean captured the indjured fingertip betwee his lips and held it there for a few precious moment while his other hand slowly tangled around her waist.

"Ghgk -R-rr-r-rean..!?" She choked, sputtering a little. UH. Oh god she was glad Sharon wasn't there or she'd be never hearing the end of it. Oh her heart was pounding, and rather rapidly at his closeness - no, not just that. All the factors of him being close, her finger in his mouth and his other hand tangling around her waist. How is she supposed to deal with that? "Hh-nnngh.." Can't. Deal. Worse, she leans a little against him, unconsciously. "S...see, it's... nothing to worry about..."

He's not even trying to fluster her this time. It just worked out that way. Still he could feel that there wasn't much blood from the finger after all. Yet he still held her. The danger seemed to be mostly past, yet he still stayed in such an intimate hold.

"I guess so. Sorry about that. I just...couldn't restrain myself when I saw the tiny cut." Though oh boy doesn't he feel warm and soft from behind with only his robe and shorts on...

He really does feel warm and soft. So warm and soft that she relaxes, letting herself lean into him, confident he wouldn't lean away or anything. "It'... it's okay." She said softly, "I was just a little surprised." understatement.

Well. The danger regarding her finger was certainly past, but there was a whole new kind of danger lurking about now. "... I'm just about finished in here anyway. Sharon taught me a few new recipes - here," she reached forward for a small, round breaded piece of food- from the smell, it's stuffed with crab and perhaps some pepper. "What do you think?" She ... does not hand him the treat, but lifts it nervously to his mouth so he could eat directly from her hand like a good mostly domesticated Rean.

Oh the temptation to just curl up around her from behind liek this was sgrowing so impossibly strong it was getting just a little bit risque. Especially in his current state of dress that she had yet to notice really.

Yet like a good domesticated Rean he did indeed lean his head over to pluck the piece of bread and crab from her hand before chewing on it thoughtfully for a split second.

"Mmmm this is really good!"

It was tempting to stay leaning against him like this too. Alisa actually had far less resistance to such since she didn't know how he was dressed - as far as she knew he was fully clothed. She lets out a soft sigh, both content and happy when he gives his seal of approval on the snack, "Really? I'm so glad~." She smiled, about to turn to glance at him properly.

At least until there was a knock at the door, distantly. Alisa blinked, blushed and glanced away, "Oh... I guess I should get that, since..." Oh yeah. "Since Sharon's out...I'm sorry to ask, but would you mind bringing the dishes out to the table, Rean? Please?"

It was so tempting to have her ignore thaT knock too. But Rean wasn't so selfish as to try that. Though it did present him with a bit of a problem in the end. In that Alisa would finally end up seeing his state of dress. Though that didn't seem to register since the knock came at the perfect time to distract her from that fact.

"Oh. Um yes of course. Leave it to me." Rean said and reluctantly let go of Alisa's waist.

Ignore someone knocking at the door? ... yeah, tempting. But they would have all of after lunch to devote to each other, and then their evening date and after that.

When Rean agreed and let go of her waist, she almost regretted even asking, but she tilted her head up to press her lips to his jaw quickly, "Thanks, Rean..." flashing him a warm smile, she pivoted and made her way out of the kitchen -- wait, was he wearing -- no, that had to be a mistake. She shook her head a little. Leaving Rean to bring the food out - Sharon had already set the table with clean plates and bowls before she left, so all there was left to do was to put the food on the table for serving.

Rean quickly noticed the table was half set already so he actually tried to stall for time in the kitchen getting the dishes together since he wasn't sure that walking out into the open looking they way he did would be a good thing either for him or for Alisa if whoever came knocking would want to come in. So he listened while slowly stacking the dishes up on a tray.

Look on the bright side - she didn't ask him to answer the door FOR her while she tended to the food and set up of the table. Still, when Alisa answered the door, she sounded pleasantly surprised, though she doesn't talk much to whoever it is, and a few seconds later she can be heard with a 'Thank you, see you later' before the door shuts again and she steps into the living room with a large box. "Rean, guess what -" Er, where is he. "Rean?"

"Coming! Just hold on a moment."

Hearing the door close Rean finally started to make his way out of the kitchen carrying a rather large tray indeed with him which he brought over to the table easily as he flashed Alisa a quick smile. Which in turn meant he had no way to overlook his...not personal choice of clothes at the moment.

"You sound happy. Something good happened?"

Alisa smiled, "Yeah, someone just came up from the Research Division with one of the RUMU prototype u---" Aaand she glances up from the box and ...Oh. Oh she just noticed what he was wearing. "..." Her face quickly colors as she looks him over, her jaw almost going slack for a second before she sputters as her brain kicks back in, "Wh..Wh.. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?"

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