[ Meanwhile, Yata cleans up the knife and checks for any stray blood that may have gotten on something. Once that's done, his focus is back on Kougyoku and he lifts a brow at her (spacey) expression. ]
... Looks like you're concentrating hard on somethin'.
Yeah, the pan! Just until they're a little cooked, then you toss everything into the pot and let all the flavors soak in together. [ pause. ] We'll need a sauce, too... so we can just smash up tomatoes and mix them up with other spices, that's easy.
[ Yata, don't answer if you don't know. Kougyoku dumps all the vegetables in the pan because she doesn't know better. Yata sure knows a lot of things. ]
Sauce...! [ Of course. She puts another saucepan on the stove and sets it on low. Look, she's smashing tomatoes! And throwing them in! And dumping in a lot of spices! So she stirs and waits for a while, then... ]
It doesn't look like a sauce. [ Did she do something wrong!? She looks at Yata expectantly. ]
[ This calls for her hairpin. Kougyoku puts some water in the pan and stirs some more... She's using a lot of her magic to make this, Mikoto should be happy. Once that's done (???) she dumps the sad attempt at a sauce over the meat and vegetables. Then, she puts everything into the pot. This is what Gordon Ramsay's nightmares look like.
But she looks so happy!!! ]
Then we just have to wait, right? For how long?
Edited (typos at 4am just leave me alone to die) 2013-12-26 20:50 (UTC)
[ It's... a good thing Mikoto can tolerate anything. ]
Okay. [ So she waits for the soup to boil, if soup can be defined as "steak and vegetables in hot water". As Kougyoku watches the pot, there's some silence and hesitation on her end before she musters the words: ]
Um, actually, it's my first Christmas. They said it was a day for family and friends, but I didn't have any of those when I arrived, so... Even if we've only known eavh other for a while, I'm really happy I could spend it with you. And with everyone in HOMRA!
[ Her first Christmas? And they were just hanging around making soup?! He'd have to come up with something interesting later, after they fed Mikoto. ]
Me too. [ He drapes an arm across her shoulders for a quick half-hug/squeeze, letting go just as quickly as it happened. ] I'm glad you're here with us... You're a really good friend, Kou-chan.
[ Yata grabs a ladle then to shift his focus into stirring the soup. Compliments were always the hardest when he couldn't just say YOU'RE HELLA BITCHIN'. ]
[ Goodbye, Yata. Kougyoku can die happy now. But she can't because she promised him she wouldn't die. Instead, she settles with hiding her face. You're a really good friend.—shouldn't she be the one saying that? ]
Yata, will you really get mad if I call you Misaki?
Edited ( I WAS NOT FUCKING FINISHED BUT now i am) 2013-12-27 07:28 (UTC)
[ oh god, this is what happens. you give a girl a hug and suddenly she wants to use that name. ]
Um... if you only do it when it's just us, it might be okay. [ said softly, focused on their very interesting soup. look at all the strides the princess is making. ]
[ It's cute how he thinks he's that charming. But! He said it was okay!!! Kougyoku feels like their friendship has truly leveled up. She claps her hands together. ]
[ Here's another moment where he wants to hide behind big sleeves, but instead he settles for tugging on his beanie awkwardly. ]
Yeah... sounds fine. The snowboarding too! [ a beat, followed by a soft laugh to try and make himself feel less strange. ] You'll be the only friend that calls me that.
[ She has a hunch she isn't the first. This time, it is Kougyoku who can't find the right words to say. Should she feel happy? In the end, the past is past, so it only seems right to be. Yet a warning in the back of her mind keeps her from telling him what she wants to say. Fushimi's words still echo clearly: he cares for nothing else but—
But, there's something in the way Yata is that tells her otherwise. ]
Mm.
[ Ah, this isn't good. Even when she already knows what to believe in, the words won't come out. ]
I'm... really dumb, I couldn't think of a nickname. Sorry.
[ He gives her side a nudge with his elbow, a brow arching curiously at her sudden shift in demeanor. She looked so happy just seconds ago at the prospect of calling him Misaki! Did she still think he'd get angry...? ]
It's fine, really! I mean, I don't think I could ever actually get mad at you, Kou-chan...
[ ... Yeah, Fushimi definitely lied. Kougyoku stands there, heart aflutter for just a moment. ]
Really?
[ She keeps repeating this over and over like an idiot, but he has to understand: even having a conversation like this with a friend is like a dream to her. She has to constantly pinch herself to check if she's still awake. ]
But you get angry a lot with everyone else. Like that one time, when you were texting Eric...
[ Given how he knows she likes to hide behind things, he's not too surprised. ]
Ha! That's 'cause Eric is an idiot! He's always saying stuff to make me angry on purpose... [ He shrugs. ] But you're always nice to me, so... you know.
[ Silly princess. It wasn't enough for him to laugh, but he smiles. Just a little!! It's not like he has a lot of fun just spending time with her or anything. ]
... Hey, did you wanna try some of this? [ Their amazing soup, that is. ]
no subject
... Looks like you're concentrating hard on somethin'.
no subject
It's nothing! Ah, what was I doing—oh, right, right!
[ She grabs the chopped vegetables in a hurry, but wait! ]
Do I put them in the pot or in the pan!? They go in the pan, don't they?
no subject
Yeah, the pan! Just until they're a little cooked, then you toss everything into the pot and let all the flavors soak in together. [ pause. ] We'll need a sauce, too... so we can just smash up tomatoes and mix them up with other spices, that's easy.
no subject
Sauce...! [ Of course. She puts another saucepan on the stove and sets it on low. Look, she's smashing tomatoes! And throwing them in! And dumping in a lot of spices! So she stirs and waits for a while, then... ]
It doesn't look like a sauce. [ Did she do something wrong!? She looks at Yata expectantly. ]
no subject
... I think it needs a little bit of water. It'll look better once it's cooking with everything else!
[ It's easy to have an answer for everything when you're winging things and hoping it comes out edible. ]
no subject
But she looks so happy!!! ]
Then we just have to wait, right? For how long?
no subject
Close to an hour on low heat, I think... it depends! We just have to check for the vegetables and meat to be soft.
no subject
Okay. [ So she waits for the soup to boil, if soup can be defined as "steak and vegetables in hot water". As Kougyoku watches the pot, there's some silence and hesitation on her end before she musters the words: ]
Um, actually, it's my first Christmas. They said it was a day for family and friends, but I didn't have any of those when I arrived, so... Even if we've only known eavh other for a while, I'm really happy I could spend it with you. And with everyone in HOMRA!
no subject
Me too. [ He drapes an arm across her shoulders for a quick half-hug/squeeze, letting go just as quickly as it happened. ] I'm glad you're here with us... You're a really good friend, Kou-chan.
[ Yata grabs a ladle then to shift his focus into stirring the soup. Compliments were always the hardest when he couldn't just say YOU'RE HELLA BITCHIN'. ]
no subject
Yata, will you really get mad if I call you Misaki?
wakes up to get water, phone tags instead
Um... if you only do it when it's just us, it might be okay. [ said softly, focused on their very interesting soup. look at all the strides the princess is making. ]
go to bed
Misaki...! I'll try it out, is that okay?
[ Like how he did with Kou-chan. ]
Um... "Misaki, let's go snowboarding!"
no subject
Yeah... sounds fine. The snowboarding too! [ a beat, followed by a soft laugh to try and make himself feel less strange. ] You'll be the only friend that calls me that.
no subject
But, there's something in the way Yata is that tells her otherwise. ]
Mm.
[ Ah, this isn't good. Even when she already knows what to believe in, the words won't come out. ]
I'm... really dumb, I couldn't think of a nickname. Sorry.
[ ...She couldn't say it. ]
no subject
[ He gives her side a nudge with his elbow, a brow arching curiously at her sudden shift in demeanor. She looked so happy just seconds ago at the prospect of calling him Misaki! Did she still think he'd get angry...? ]
It's fine, really! I mean, I don't think I could ever actually get mad at you, Kou-chan...
no subject
Really?
[ She keeps repeating this over and over like an idiot, but he has to understand: even having a conversation like this with a friend is like a dream to her. She has to constantly pinch herself to check if she's still awake. ]
But you get angry a lot with everyone else. Like that one time, when you were texting Eric...
[ She's such a stalker, sorry. ]
no subject
Ha! That's 'cause Eric is an idiot! He's always saying stuff to make me angry on purpose... [ He shrugs. ] But you're always nice to me, so... you know.
no subject
no subject
no subject
Sorry, sorry! I'm just happy.
[ And what he said just now was cute. Izumo was right, hahaha. ]
no subject
[ Silly princess. It wasn't enough for him to laugh, but he smiles. Just a little!! It's not like he has a lot of fun just spending time with her or anything. ]
... Hey, did you wanna try some of this? [ Their amazing soup, that is. ]
1/2
Yeah! I bet it's great! [ no
She takes a spoonful of it and... here it comes. The moment of truth. ]
no subject
[ Stomp, stomp, stomp. She can't believe she was lied to! ]
1/2
What? What's wrong with it? [ Tttttries it... ]
no subject
That's... really strong...
[ No, Yata, that's not the right word for it. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)