He's entertaining though, looll))

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily gave a small giggle. "It's a good thing. Riley is the only one in our family who can do anything other than burn things. He tried to teach me how to bake in high-school, but it was pointless." She giggled a bit more, her eyes bright. It was almost as if she hadn't passed out only a few hours ago, or had any sort of emotional breakdowns. "Speaking of Riley, there's probably some things you need to know about our relationship. We weren't always stepsiblings, and, uh, yeah. He was my skating partner forever, we were set to pretty much win the pairs skating in the Olympics, then something really bad happened and I was left unable to skate. Ever." Surprisingly, her emotions were still in check, she sounded bored almost, for this was a story she had told countless times. "But, uh, anyways. That's a bit about us," she purposefully left out the part about them being in a relationship for most of their adolescent lives. "Where did you two go, anyway? Did he fill you in on anything about our crazy family?" It was a perfectly innocent question, for she was wondering more about if he had mentioned anything about their relationship than anything else. Although it wasn't their fault, something about the transition they had been forced to make from a couple to step siblings had always felt wrong to both of them. Since it happened quite a matter of years prior, they rarely spoke of it to one another, though each still lingered on it on occasion.

Timothy Blue / EI / M: ;]

Giving a light Chuckle,Tim shakes his head a little at her comments about baking.He had been turned away from her as she spoke,listening to what she said.Although,As soon as she asked the question,His shoulders tensed quite considerably,Back firming.

"Erm - I - We.."

He clears his throat a little before continuing,

"Yeah - You could say that.I mean yes,We just kinda spoke about careers..Boxing.You know the usual male stuff."

He gives a nervous chuckle again,trying to shake off his abnormal tones.Clearing his throat again,Tim turns to glance at Emily,This time looking at her properly.

"Come - We can see your cremating skills in action hmm?"

He gives an inviting look,gesturing toward the food with his eyebrows raised in an almost flirty manner.

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily gave a disbelieving smile, her eyes bright. "Boxing, huh? Riley hates boxing, and, no offense, but you don't look like the type to enjoy it either." After a brief pause, she got up from the island hesitantly. "You better have my back, because I don't want to burn Cara's house down."

After a brief pause, she glanced over to Tim. "So, can I ask you a personal question? How old are you, anyway?"

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily.

Tim's throat choked up a little,A Smirk coming over his lips.She was always so quick.

"22 - And Besides how would you know what I enjoy hmm?Perhaps I love watching them...Er you know..Swing gloves around.The old one - two?"

He says with a playful and challenging tone,Before genuinely struggling.She was right - He didn't have the slightest clue.He holds back a chuckle as he meets her eyes ,Struggling to keep it for more than a second before it burst out of him in a cheerful chime,

"C'mon."

He says,handing her a pan and giving her an expectant look.

Tim brushes off her comment of having her back,Shaking it away.

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily held the pan as if she was holding a baby duckling or something just as fragile, it was obvious she was concerned. However, this didn't stop her from questioning his answer. "You're...my age? Down to the year? That's...weird. When is your birthday?" Then, glancing back down to the pan, she asked uncomfortably, "and... what do I do with this? What happens to it?"

Giving a disbelieving chuckle,He looks from Emily to the pan.Giving a playful eyeroll he reaches over,Wrapping a hand around hers to get her to tighten her grip on the handle.

"See.Now kind of throttle it and put it on the flame huh?"

He says with an encouraging tone,Waiting a few moments before removing his hand slowly and rubbing the back of his neck.

"May 18th - Keep it flat and hold it over."

Tim almost couldn't believe their age himself - How could he possibly be expected to teach someone of his own age?

"I think I'm over my head - It was a mistake taking this job..Im - I don't know how.."

It spills out from him before he could think to stop it,turning away back to the cut vegetables and staring at them pointlessly.His expression was one of pure worry - fear.

Shoving off his actions as help, Emily was far more concerned about the date he had said. "I don't believe you," she looked at him rather seriously, raising a light colored eyebrow. "That's my birthday too." She glanced back to the pan, then back to him, still a bit curious as to the validity of his statement.

Loooll that was the date I had in mind before you posted))

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Emily.

Tim's eyes flick back to Emily from his wallowing,Full of confusion.They soon fill with an amused look,Raising an eyebrow in return,

"Get off - That's very funny Emily.Keep your eyes on the pan chef."

He steps forwards,Dribbling a little oil into it before going to put it aside.The next thing he knew he was close to stumbling into her,A matter of centimetres separating them.Tim freezes as his breathing almost stops ,Eyes locking into hers for what felt like an eternity.

Pulling his blue eyes away he backs off with an apologetic expression,Stepping around her and putting the bottle down.Standing over the side on tbe opposite side of the kitchen,He places his hands on the table top and pushes down on them,Face now looking almost pained.

"I'm just going to - .."

He managed to mumble before just walking straight out into the garden.His chest was tight - Feeling as though he couldn't breathe.Tim had known from the get go this trip hadnt been a good idea..

Emily watched Tim with compassionate eyes, not saying anything. Perhaps he hadn't labeled them the way she had, and she hadn't realized it. "Tim, come back! I need help with this cooking stuff!" Truly, she did, although she didn't want to see him walk off, either. "If this is going to keep happening, don't you think we owe it to each other to talk about it?"

He had hung around just outside the door,out of Emily's view as he leans against the all and listens to her speak.Tim remains silent,Part of him not knowing what to say - The other part not wanting to.

After regaining his demeanour a little,He takes a deep breath and re-enters,rubbing his forehead and beginning to put more things into a larger pot.

"If you want - Erm just give the pan a flick.Like a pancake - Just dont get it stuck to the roof.."

He gives a weak chuckle before reaching out to help,then Desciding against it ans retracting his hand with a quiet squeal as his hand scrapes the hot hob.

"Holy mother of -.."

He gives a sharp intake.of breath,Quickly heading to the sink and turning the cold tap on and hastily letting it run over his hand.

"I -.. I'm sorry about just.Youre right..It Just seems my head.."

He drifts off,Speaking between winces as he feels the water begin to numb the tingling sensation.