That's nice, now kindly GTFO my house.
That's good. I've always had trouble with hands and fingers mylself. I usually just draw them as fists.
Those are awesome! The only problem is the hands, but even those are really good, you just need to work on the right lengths and widths of the fingers. The index is only slightly shorter than the middle.
He blushed a little and said "It should be done now." He pulled it out and set it on the counter, on a cooling rack. "Just needs to cool now." OOC: Aww, see ya.
"Say that after you try it." he said, chuckling. OOC: It was.
"Thanks!" he said, smiling. "It's got three different kinds of cheddar cheese. White, yellow, and velveeta." OOC: This is actually really good. My mom made it once and I loved it.
"That's cool." he said. Once everything was done, he put it all in a casserole dish and poured the cheese over it. He mixed it all up and sprinkled italian breadcrumbs over it. He then put it in the oven to bake. "It should be almost done. I hope you like it."
"No." he said. "I was an only child. What about you?" He started heating up some meatballs.
"I'm sorry to hear that." he said, putting the cheese in a pot to melt. He then started boiling shell noodles.
"My parents were always working so I had to fend for myself." he said, chopping up some cheese.
"Alright." he said. "Have a seat." He started gathering food.
"You sure?" he asked. "I can make anything you want."
He smiled and set her down. "What would you like? I'll make anything you want." he said.
He held out his arms and caught her. "I told ya." he said, smiling.
"Jump." he said, getting up and dusting himself off. "I'll catch you."
"Sorry." he said to the girl. He looked up and said "I found the kitchen."
"Why not?" he asked.
"I don't know either." he said. Suddenly, the floor beneath him broke and he fel through a hole, into the kitchen.
"That's it." he said. "There isn't really anything else I'm afraid of."
"Good for them." he said. "You ever think about getting married?"
