[@Oliveyou] [@DestinyStar]

As soon as March hears Mari hit the floor, he spins around and digs in his pocket for his handkerchief. He keeps it for occasions just like this one, which are common occurrences in his household. (His sister is trying to learn how to backflip, but so far it hasn't gone very well.)
 
After a moment or two of digging, he comes up empty handed. He must have left it at home. Disappointing. Thankfully Amelia has one to spare, so Mari does not stand there bleeding. March, admittedly, already is worrying for her. It's his paternal instincts. Or something. He waves awkwardly at Mari, in hopes to be friendly. He just regrets it.

[Color=saddlebrown]“They're done. Enjoy.”[/color]

At the sound of Minkyu's voice, March turns around to his latte. It's gorgeous, as well as tasty. Truly Minkyu is an artist.

[Color=lightblue]“Thanks,”[/color] March mumbles, taking the latte. [Color=lightblue] “I ‘preciate it.”[/color] He smiles and nods at Minkyu, and then takes his latte back into the kitchen.

March loves the kitchen. Admittedly, it is a bit cutesy for his taste, but all the appliances work smoothly (unlike a certain oven at home) and he can remain (mostly) undisturbed for hours, cooking away. He removes his apron--an apron with tiny cartoon cats all over it--from the hook and ties it around himself.

[Color=lightblue]“Better get cooking,”[/color] He mutters. [Color=lightblue]“These omelets won't make themselves.”[/color]