[He turns his head to look at the timer and then doesn't say anything. She said "like". It's not a big deal. He had thought it might take even longer than that, not immediately remembering that the oven was preheated.
For a while he just stands there. Even if there were anything to say to Clover, once she starts eating he's not about to interrupt her. Verbally, or physically; she never said that he could have the cookie dough, and he doesn't relish the idea of her pawing at his hands should he reach into the bowl. Though ten minutes isn't really enough time to wander somewhere else for activities that aren't standing around; by the time he got back they'd be cold anyway. He wants something to do...
Murasakibara grabs the bag of chocolate chips and looks to see if there are any left inside.]
[There are, in fact, no chocolate chips left inside. Clover has never half-assed anything in her entire life, much less when half-assing involves receiving less chocolate.
She glances over at him and, once she figures out what he's doing, snickers a little.]
There are white chocolate chips somewhere if you're that impatient.
[He briefly glares at her. It's not even the white chocolate chips that are the insult this time, though he doesn't want them any more than before; he doesn't like being called out on his impatience, and so he feels a childish urge to prove her wrong.]
Whatever.
[He leans in place and turns the bag over, glaring at the logos and labels.]
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For a while he just stands there. Even if there were anything to say to Clover, once she starts eating he's not about to interrupt her. Verbally, or physically; she never said that he could have the cookie dough, and he doesn't relish the idea of her pawing at his hands should he reach into the bowl. Though ten minutes isn't really enough time to wander somewhere else for activities that aren't standing around; by the time he got back they'd be cold anyway. He wants something to do...
Murasakibara grabs the bag of chocolate chips and looks to see if there are any left inside.]
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She glances over at him and, once she figures out what he's doing, snickers a little.]
There are white chocolate chips somewhere if you're that impatient.
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Whatever.
[He leans in place and turns the bag over, glaring at the logos and labels.]