TSSSSS
Having removed the meat while allowing the thin stone bowl to heat up, Aoni placed his butterflied cut onto the searing hot stone, and a loud hissing sound emanated from it, followed by the fragrant scent of cooking meat.
*Starrrrrreeee*
Feeling a strange presence beside him, Aoni noticed that Glacia had stood up on his shoulder and was watching the meat cook with such intensity that he believed if it suddenly vanished, she would never emotionally recover.
"Uh…Glacia…watching it won't make the meat cook any faster…" Rapidly flicking his eyes toward the ball of fluff, then away and back again, Aoni was becoming uneasy. It almost seemed like she was frozen in time, not breathing, only….staring.
*STTTTAAARRREEEE*
