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Don't give me that look! Onions smell bad.
[BUT ALSO OKAY HERE'S THE THING. There's a reason Yamato cooks dinners around here. While Kashuu himself isn't bad at cooking, his skill level is a solid Mediocre. He can make like, crockpot food! Chicken salad! Things that require straight-forward slicin-and-dicin! But once you start pulling out seasonings or spices or little finagle-y things like garlic? He's got no idea what to do. HE BARELY EVEN RECOGNIZES THIS.
But like hell is he going to admit any of this so he just TAKES... the bulb... and moves to the furthest side of the counter away from Yato...
And starts gently peeling away the outermost, flimsy layer of skin......]
[BUT ALSO OKAY HERE'S THE THING. There's a reason Yamato cooks dinners around here. While Kashuu himself isn't bad at cooking, his skill level is a solid Mediocre. He can make like, crockpot food! Chicken salad! Things that require straight-forward slicin-and-dicin! But once you start pulling out seasonings or spices or little finagle-y things like garlic? He's got no idea what to do. HE BARELY EVEN RECOGNIZES THIS.
But like hell is he going to admit any of this so he just TAKES... the bulb... and moves to the furthest side of the counter away from Yato...
And starts gently peeling away the outermost, flimsy layer of skin......]
[ Yato could've done Kashuu (and himself) a favor by crushing the garlic and cracking the skin, but no
no
Instead, there is a moment of silence except for the crackling of garlic skin as Yato watches Kashuu daintily peeling it away...
Well!! Whatever!! At least Kashuu's not asking annoying(ly reasonable) questions anymore, so Yato goes back to his prep. He cleans and slices up the vegetables before putting the biggest pot Kashuu and Yamato have on the stove. ]
Are you done with that garlic yet?
[ This may be the most civil thing he's ever said to Kashuu... ]
no
Instead, there is a moment of silence except for the crackling of garlic skin as Yato watches Kashuu daintily peeling it away...
Well!! Whatever!! At least Kashuu's not asking annoying(ly reasonable) questions anymore, so Yato goes back to his prep. He cleans and slices up the vegetables before putting the biggest pot Kashuu and Yamato have on the stove. ]
Are you done with that garlic yet?
[ This may be the most civil thing he's ever said to Kashuu... ]
[In the time that Yato's done all that prepwork and finished with the veggies and set up the pot and everything, Kashuu is still just sitting here picking away at the garlic... He's got the cloves separated now, at least!
And he's
gently peeling them
one by one.]
—Don't rush me!
[This is what Yato gets for being civil, GOOD WORK TEAM.]
And he's
gently peeling them
one by one.]
—Don't rush me!
[This is what Yato gets for being civil, GOOD WORK TEAM.]
[ waltzes into yato's inbox because he knows no fear... also because ryoji has a job for him ]
Delivery King Yaboku!
i have a gift i want delivered as a surprise to somebody, but i don't know her address. is this something you could find out and complete the delivery? of course i'll compensate for the time and effort involved
Delivery King Yaboku!
i have a gift i want delivered as a surprise to somebody, but i don't know her address. is this something you could find out and complete the delivery? of course i'll compensate for the time and effort involved
[At that reassurance, Anya lets her eyes shut as she lets herself be reassured. It's not often that she asks for this sort of reaffirmation, but it's also not often that she tries things out of her comfort zone either. So if it's like this... maybe it's okay to be a little bit selfish and accept his kind words?
Her fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, clinging just a little bit like she needs an extra moment to really believe everything that he's told her.
Though she finds herself giggling softly even as she peeks back up at him and offers a smile.]
You know... This is my house, but it feels a lot more like a home when you're here?
[A little sheepishly - she knows that she avoids her house when there's no one in it to begin with, but especially now it feels different.]
No matter what, I feel safe when you're around. Like maybe I really can do anything... I'm really so lucky.
Her fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, clinging just a little bit like she needs an extra moment to really believe everything that he's told her.
Though she finds herself giggling softly even as she peeks back up at him and offers a smile.]
You know... This is my house, but it feels a lot more like a home when you're here?
[A little sheepishly - she knows that she avoids her house when there's no one in it to begin with, but especially now it feels different.]
No matter what, I feel safe when you're around. Like maybe I really can do anything... I'm really so lucky.
Godddd. I want to eat sometime tonight!
[ But he'll turn back to his own stuff and continue to be unhelpful because he wants Kashuu to suffer a little more... He fires up the stove, pours a thin layer of oil into the pot, flours the chicken, and tosses it in. There's a pleasant sizzle as the chicken gently browns in the oil... ]
You don't cook much, do you.
[ But he'll turn back to his own stuff and continue to be unhelpful because he wants Kashuu to suffer a little more... He fires up the stove, pours a thin layer of oil into the pot, flours the chicken, and tosses it in. There's a pleasant sizzle as the chicken gently browns in the oil... ]
You don't cook much, do you.
[It's starting to smell good in here too, oh no... He doesn't want to find a sweaty dude's cooking appealing?!
Good thing he's distracted by the immediate need to Take Offense so he doesn't have to linger on the delightful chickeny smell or how hungry he is.]
I cook enough! I'm just— busy at night a lot, so I don't cook as much as Yasusada.
[And prone to just grabbing prepackaged foods for the sake of convenience and saving time... Without Yamato here, Kashuu would definitely be living that college ramen life.]
Good thing he's distracted by the immediate need to Take Offense so he doesn't have to linger on the delightful chickeny smell or how hungry he is.]
I cook enough! I'm just— busy at night a lot, so I don't cook as much as Yasusada.
[And prone to just grabbing prepackaged foods for the sake of convenience and saving time... Without Yamato here, Kashuu would definitely be living that college ramen life.]
[ god
dammit
Yato really doesn't want to do anything for this punk who puts the no in Casanova... But a job is a job, and it might give him more insight into Ryoji's INSIDIOUS MIND. ]
Of course I can do it. Who are we talking about?
[ If it's who he thinks it is, he'll stab something. If it's not who he thinks it is, he'll also stab something. ]
dammit
Yato really doesn't want to do anything for this punk who puts the no in Casanova... But a job is a job, and it might give him more insight into Ryoji's INSIDIOUS MIND. ]
Of course I can do it. Who are we talking about?
[ If it's who he thinks it is, he'll stab something. If it's not who he thinks it is, he'll also stab something. ]
[ RIP whatever's sitting next to Yato. Brace yourself because the name he mentions is a girl's— of course. Also a woman twice Ryoji's age, but, well. ]
iiiiiiiiiit's the intelligent and considerate Sakuya Haibara!! ＼＼\(۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶//／／
she has a garden and a greenhouse and... well, that's all i know about her
maybe you already know her?
iiiiiiiiiit's the intelligent and considerate Sakuya Haibara!! ＼＼\(۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶//／／
she has a garden and a greenhouse and... well, that's all i know about her
maybe you already know her?
[ Yato punts a stray can into the distance for a 60-yard field goal and screams impotently into an empty parking lot. Once that's out of his system, he punches a quick search for Sakuya Haibara into his phone... ]
Nope, but I will soon. What are you trying to get delivered?
Nope, but I will soon. What are you trying to get delivered?
[ I read "can" as "cat" at first and almost did the same to my phone.....
Ryoji, however, remains blissfully unaware. ]
i have it at my place!
you can pick it up at my apartment; here's the street address, and the apartment number
just let me know when you plan to come so i can make sure the place is clean and that i'm home!
[ Is it a smart idea letting Yato know where he lives... ]
Ryoji, however, remains blissfully unaware. ]
i have it at my place!
you can pick it up at my apartment; here's the street address, and the apartment number
just let me know when you plan to come so i can make sure the place is clean and that i'm home!
[ Is it a smart idea letting Yato know where he lives... ]
[ What a thing to say. Overly direct Anya strikes again... He stares at her for a moment before straightening and running a hand through his hair. As much as Yato vows to annihilate every half-assed boy to go after Anya, he gets the feeling he doesn't even need to do anything to watch them get utterly destroyed... ]
I think I get it. I don't have a house, but wherever you greet me, it feels like I'm returning home...
I think I get it. I don't have a house, but wherever you greet me, it feels like I'm returning home...
AHHHH!
[ He whips around and collapses to his knees, clutching his head. ]
What am I saying?! That was so cheesy! Fuck!!
[ Is this what Mikoto feels like all the time?? The thought of being like that loser crumples Yato forward until his head thumps into the wall, where he gently simmers in his shame. ]
[ He whips around and collapses to his knees, clutching his head. ]
What am I saying?! That was so cheesy! Fuck!!
[ Is this what Mikoto feels like all the time?? The thought of being like that loser crumples Yato forward until his head thumps into the wall, where he gently simmers in his shame. ]
[Yamato is too good to Kashuu.]
No way! That guy's is philosophy, mine is design and fashion. [RECALL HIS FASHIONABLY BAGGY GYM CLOTHES.] I met him the first time I moved here, back when we were kids.
No way! That guy's is philosophy, mine is design and fashion. [RECALL HIS FASHIONABLY BAGGY GYM CLOTHES.] I met him the first time I moved here, back when we were kids.
[ Nope... but it's okay. Yato pretends he knew none of that information already and that he doesn't sporadically stalk Ryoji when he's feeling especially masochistic. ]
I'll come right now.
[ He says, having no regard for Ryoji's convenience... No, it would be more accurate to say that he has negative regard. So he'll just start heading over RIGHT NOW, whether or not Ryoji can tidy up in time or is even home at the moment?? ]
I'll come right now.
[ He says, having no regard for Ryoji's convenience... No, it would be more accurate to say that he has negative regard. So he'll just start heading over RIGHT NOW, whether or not Ryoji can tidy up in time or is even home at the moment?? ]
oh, i'm not home right now, but i'll back in an hour!
it's not a huge rush though, in case you have other business to attend to in the meantime
[ Ryoji might not be home, but his mother is. At least she doesn't tote around a handgun like some other parents Yato's encountered? ]
it's not a huge rush though, in case you have other business to attend to in the meantime
[ Ryoji might not be home, but his mother is. At least she doesn't tote around a handgun like some other parents Yato's encountered? ]
[Sometimes a person just gets stuck in Inescapable Eternal Bonds (or cheesy tropes). That said--]
It explains how cute I am all the time.
[HE KNOWS WHAT YATO WAS GETTING AT but he'll helpfully insert his own interpretation, anyway...]
I make some of my own clothes, yeah. It wouldn't be any good if I didn't have work that was nice enough to show off.
It explains how cute I am all the time.
[HE KNOWS WHAT YATO WAS GETTING AT but he'll helpfully insert his own interpretation, anyway...]
I make some of my own clothes, yeah. It wouldn't be any good if I didn't have work that was nice enough to show off.
[ Yato in fact has no other business to attend to in the meantime. Is this Ryoji bastard mocking him for being idle?? Is he calling Yato lazy???
(No, Yato is just an idiot.)
Well, he'll show Ryoji just how idle he can be!! He arrives at Ryoji's apartment complex super early with a giant set of shears and other sharp gardening tools that he """borrowed""" off a landscaping truck he passed by and starts aggressively landscaping the shrubbery around Ryoji's place. Who has no other business to attend to in the meantime now, huh? HUH???
He's going to make a cute as fuck dog out of this hedge. And prune these flowers over here. And pluck out these little weeds... He's going to make this area of the complex AMAZING. If it looked fine before, once Yato is done with it, it's going to be fine.
Meanwhile, who even knows what the poor locals are thinking about this angry stranger running around and attacking the plants... Artfully, admittedly, but the way he's going about it leaves something to be desired. ]
(No, Yato is just an idiot.)
Well, he'll show Ryoji just how idle he can be!! He arrives at Ryoji's apartment complex super early with a giant set of shears and other sharp gardening tools that he """borrowed""" off a landscaping truck he passed by and starts aggressively landscaping the shrubbery around Ryoji's place. Who has no other business to attend to in the meantime now, huh? HUH???
He's going to make a cute as fuck dog out of this hedge. And prune these flowers over here. And pluck out these little weeds... He's going to make this area of the complex AMAZING. If it looked fine before, once Yato is done with it, it's going to be fine.
Meanwhile, who even knows what the poor locals are thinking about this angry stranger running around and attacking the plants... Artfully, admittedly, but the way he's going about it leaves something to be desired. ]
Edited (WHOOPS IT'S NOT A HOUSE) 2017-03-05 16:24 (UTC)
[ What, indeed, are people supposed to think about this unexpected but very enthusiastic gardener? Spring has come...
One of the residents in the building at the time happens to be Ryoji's mother, watching Yato go about his business from her first story window. She doesn't bear much resemblance to Ryoji at all, dark brown hair worn in a loose dead anime mom side ponytail, and eyes a softer blue than Ryoji's own, but her voice is similarly bright and cheerful as she calls out to Yato as he passes by the window.
"Hello~!" That's the extent of her affection towards strangers before she dives right to business: "Don't forget to till the soil next to the path, and don't throw away the dandelions." She passes him a plastic bowl through the open window. "Pull from the base of the stem and shake off the dirt. Try to keep the roots intact."
You're here to garden, right? Gonna put you to work, boy. ]
One of the residents in the building at the time happens to be Ryoji's mother, watching Yato go about his business from her first story window. She doesn't bear much resemblance to Ryoji at all, dark brown hair worn in a loose dead anime mom side ponytail, and eyes a softer blue than Ryoji's own, but her voice is similarly bright and cheerful as she calls out to Yato as he passes by the window.
"Hello~!" That's the extent of her affection towards strangers before she dives right to business: "Don't forget to till the soil next to the path, and don't throw away the dandelions." She passes him a plastic bowl through the open window. "Pull from the base of the stem and shake off the dirt. Try to keep the roots intact."
You're here to garden, right? Gonna put you to work, boy. ]
[He will never turn down an opportunity to show off his work, even if it's to Yato Yatoson the actual butt.]
Fine, but let me finish this first.
[THE GARLIC... THAT HE STILL HASN'T FULLY PEELED.]
Fine, but let me finish this first.
[THE GARLIC... THAT HE STILL HASN'T FULLY PEELED.]
[ . . . . cute.
Even as she's really happy, feeling the pleased and warm feeling bloom in her chest from his words, she's startled at his own immediate reaction and now she's back to giggling. Still just as terribly endeared.
She'll move so that she can also be on her knees next to him, leaning over just enough to press her lips to his temple in an attempt to console him.
And offering a little change of subject:]
Maybe you are hungry.
Midnight snack time? And you can use the spare bedroom to sleep tonight? I will let Mama know.
Even as she's really happy, feeling the pleased and warm feeling bloom in her chest from his words, she's startled at his own immediate reaction and now she's back to giggling. Still just as terribly endeared.
She'll move so that she can also be on her knees next to him, leaning over just enough to press her lips to his temple in an attempt to console him.
And offering a little change of subject:]
Maybe you are hungry.
Midnight snack time? And you can use the spare bedroom to sleep tonight? I will let Mama know.
[ A...nya...?? The soft pressure to his temple makes him turn to look at her, his face bright red. It was a sweet, friendly kiss but he can't?? handle?? this warmth... He quickly covers his face and bends forward until his head is to the floor. If he can't see her, she can't see him... ]
Okay... [ Muffled... ] And if you need me to come over sometimes, we can have slumber parties.
... Don't think I've forgotten, by the way. That you got out of bed after all.
[ R e t a l i a t i o n . ]
Okay... [ Muffled... ] And if you need me to come over sometimes, we can have slumber parties.
... Don't think I've forgotten, by the way. That you got out of bed after all.
[ R e t a l i a t i o n . ]
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