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The storm has passed. Heading home safe an sound. Thanks for all the well wishes

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Sirens are going off.

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Hey

I'm in alabama and there's a severe storm and tornado watch going on for the next eight hours. Will update when I can

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Saber Alter by Shirow Miwa

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"Goths."

"Much as I'd like to answer that, I don't think I have any fetishes."

"Maids."

"Blonds."

"Royalty."

"Butlers."

"Sturdy bodies."

"NEETs."

"I see! Thank you, my subjects!"

"..."

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"......."

He's too damn cute. How dare he look so handsome working so hard to be a good cook and husband. Effort put forth like this should be met with equal fervor. This meal would be devoured. Savored. Every spice would be appreciated, every chew with purposeful intent.

"Delicious." After every bite.

A feast like this must be shared. "Eat with me. Enjoy the fruits of your labor. Food tastes better when eaten with ones you love."

beloved husband.

beloved husband.

beloved husband.

"..."

"I am far from feeling defeated."

FERVOR 500%. A surge of crackling energy emerges from within. The entire strength of will poured into working to handle the cooking process of this chile colorado, with rice and beans, extra extra extra spicy, to the point that light shined through the pot simmering the meat and cooking the rice. The pan frying the beans... It's on fire.

"I accidentally made ten." All put on the table.

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"Excellent. Then I shall be standing by until it is time to eat." She's just waiting at the table, patiently, hands folded over her lap. As expected of a king with zero talent for cooking. "Thank you, beloved husband."

Hair tied in a ponytail. Housewife mode: engaged. "Five platefuls, the works, extra extra extra spicy. Right away, love."

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"Yes. Five platefuls with the rice and beans, please. Make it the way I like it."

"Would you like some?"

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eats nothing but her husbands cooking nowadays. She does not suffer from the spice. The most powerful English woman in existence.

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"Regrettably, I do not do so fluently. But I have been learning as of late. Those close to me have been seeing to it. As have they to expand my palette." Thank you for that dearest husband. "Very well. I will not refuse your hospitality, Goddess of Venus and the Sun. You'll find my stomach is iron and my tongue more than ready to sample even more of your exquisite food."

"Oho! You speak my language, don't you? The universal language of chile! Take a sit, foreign king, I'm gonna make something called a picante, a cream you put on bread. You will be burning from the inside out, but you bet it's tasty!"

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"Chile colorodo."

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Not dead

Been busy with commissions an freezing in my own home. Regular salt posting will resume soon enough.

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I'm so tired guys.

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"You'll see more of it if you behave. Are you calmed down?" And brushing his hair back into face here, a little dusting off there. "Honestly, I should get a leash for you at some point you silly silly man."

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"You've changed me irrevocably. I want to see more of that face."

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And down into the throat the fingers go. Gotta get it out of his system one way or another. "Why'd you even eat them all, honestly? If this doesn't work, I'll have to break your hips you know."

"A-Ah?" Mouth open, wondering what's the plan here.

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"Good boy. Now hold still and open your mouth."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OKAY I'M STILL! I'M STILL!"